"My God!" I muttered, half aloud. "I'm out of this for good and all."
"I congratulate you," said a voice.
CHAPTER II
My nerves are under pretty good control, but I must confess that I jumped a little at this unexpected interruption. Wheeling round, I found myself face to face with a tall, broad-shouldered man in evening dress, which was half concealed by a long fawn-coloured overcoat. For a moment his features seemed strangely familiar, and I stared at him, wondering where I had seen them last. Then suddenly the truth hit me fair and square.
"Good Lord!" I said, "are you a looking-glass?"
Except for his clothes, the man was the exact image of myself.
He smiled—a curious smile that ended with his lips, and had no effect at all on the cold, steady blue eyes that were taking in every detail of my appearance.
"A most remarkable likeness," he observed quietly. "I never thought I was so good-looking."
I bowed. "And I never realised how well-dressed I was," I returned in the same half-mocking tone.