Though death distorts the facial expression of every man, I had no difficulty in identifying him.
"You recognize him, sir ?" remarked the officer.

"Who is he?
Our people are very anxious to know, for up to the present moment they haven't succeeded in establishing his identity." I bit my lips.

I had been an arrant fool to betray myself before that man.

Yet having done so, I saw that any attempt to conceal my knowledge must of necessity reflect upon me.
"I will see your inspector," I answered with as much calmness as I could muster.

"Where has the poor fellow been wounded ?" "Through the heart," responded the constable, as turning the sheet further down he showed me the small knife wound which had penetrated the victim's jacket and vest full in the chest.
"This is the weapon," he added, taking from a shelf close by a long, thin poignard with an ivory handle, which he handed to me.
In an instant I recognized what it was, and how deadly.