Good heavens, are you mad ?" He had uttered a cry and bent over the body.

Now he was dancing and laughing and wringing my hand.

Could this be my stern, self-contained friend?
These were hidden fires, indeed! "A beard! A beard! The man has a beard!" "A beard ?" "It is not the baronet--it is--why, it is my neighbour, the convict!" With feverish haste we had turned the body over, and that dripping beard was pointing up to the cold, clear moon.

There could be no doubt about the beetling forehead, the sunken animal eyes.

It was indeed the same face which had glared upon me in the light of the candle from over the rock--the face of Selden, the criminal.
Then in an instant it was all clear to me.