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After
some
further
parley
,
we
were
taken
to
interview
the
prisoner
.
He
was
a
young
fellow
,
I
should
say
not
more
than
twenty
-
two
or
three
.
Tall
,
thin
,
with
slightly
shaking
hands
,
and
the
evidences
of
considerable
physical
strength
somewhat
run
to
seed
.
His
hair
was
dark
,
but
his
eyes
were
blue
and
shifty
,
seldom
meeting
a
glance
squarely
.
I
had
all
along
cherished
the
illusion
that
there
was
something
familiar
about
the
figure
I
had
met
that
night
,
but
if
this
were
indeed
he
,
I
was
completely
mistaken
.
He
did
not
remind
me
in
the
least
of
anyone
I
knew
.
"
Now
then
,
Kent
,
"
said
the
superintendent
.
"
Stand
up
.
Here
are
some
visitors
come
to
see
you
.
Recognize
any
of
them
?
"
Kent
glared
at
us
sullenly
,
but
did
not
reply
.
I
saw
his
glance
waver
over
the
three
of
us
,
and
come
back
to
rest
on
me
.
"
Well
,
sir
,
"
said
the
superintendent
to
me
,
"
what
do
you
say
?
"
"
The
height
’
s
the
same
,
"
I
said
,
"
and
as
far
as
general
appearance
goes
it
might
well
be
the
man
in
question
.
Beyond
that
,
I
couldn
’
t
go
.
"
"
What
the
hell
’
s
the
meaning
of
all
this
?
"
asked
Kent
.
"
What
have
you
got
against
me
?
Come
on
,
out
with
it
!
What
am
I
supposed
to
have
done
?
"
I
nodded
my
head
.
"
It
’
s
the
man
,
"
I
said
.
"
I
recognize
the
voice
.
"
"
Recognize
my
voice
,
do
you
?
Where
do
you
think
you
heard
it
before
?
"
"
On
Friday
evening
last
,
outside
the
gates
of
Fernly
Park
.
You
asked
me
the
way
there
.
"
"
I
did
,
did
I
?
"
"
Do
you
admit
it
?
"
asked
the
inspector
.
