The expression of his eyes, however, was striking--startling.
It was good--brilliant; it was bad and strange, and, to those who examined it closely, such as they had never witnessed before.

Still he was evidently a gentleman: there could be no mistake about that.

His manner, his dress, and his whole bearing, made them all feel that he was entitled to respect and courtesy.

Little did they imagine that he was a murderer, and that he entered the room under the gratifying impression of his having killed Alice Goodwin.

It was Harry Woodward.