When first seen he was standing exactly in front of my own door (5 Tavistock Place).

Young and ghastly pale, he was dressed in evening clothes, evidently made by a foreign tailor.

Tall and slim, he walked with long measured strides noiselessly.

A tall white hat, covered thickly with black crape, and an eyeglass, completed the costume of this strange form.

The moonbeams falling on the corpse-like features revealed a face well known to me, that of a friend and relative.