"Indeed your friend is so much like him, both in form and features, that I really imagined that he was my old enemy standing before me!" "A singular resemblance," said Alfred, "and one which I am rejoiced to know only exists in form and features.

And now," he continued, "allow me to ask you a question." Mr.Ellington bowed an assent.
"Were you ever in this country before ?" asked Alfred.
"Yes," replied Mr.Ellington, "I visited America a few years ago, but why do you ask ?" "Because your features are familiar to me," he answered, and then enquired, "Were you ever in New Orleans." "No, sir--no," replied Mr.Ellington, coloring as he spoke, "I was always afraid of the climate." "The reason of my asking you," observed Alfred, "is because you resemble a gentleman with whom I was only very slightly acquainted, but who, like the party you mistook me for, has done me an injury which neither time nor explanation can repair, but," he added, "now I recollect you cannot be the party to whom I refer, for he was a Northern man, while you are an Englishman." Before the Englishman could reply, a gentleman at the further end of the room called him by name, and, bowing to the two friends, he apologized for leaving them so abruptly, and walked off to where the call came from.
As soon as he left them Alfred went up to the clerk's office and paid his bill.

The two friends then left the hotel and proceeded to Harry's residence.
"Do you know, Harry," observed Alfred, as they walked along, "I have an idea that Mr.Ellington is no Englishman, but that he is Awtry, the scoundrel who caused my wife and children to be driven from New Orleans ?" "Why do you imagine such a thing ?" asked Harry.
"Only because his features are very much like those of Awtry; and the start he gave when you pronounced my name half confirms my suspicion." "I feel certain you are mistaken," Harry remarked.

"He arrived at Charleston in a blockade runner a short time ago, and brought letters of introduction to many prominent men in the South from some of the first characters in England." "That may be," Alfred answered, "still I shall keep my eye on him, and cultivate his acquaintance.

If I am mistaken it will make no difference, for he shall never know my suspicions; but if I am right in my surmise he shall answer me for his treatment of my wife and children." "That you can do," said Harry, "but be cautious how you charge him with being a Yankee spy, and have certain proof of his identity before you intimate your suspicions to him." As he spoke they reached their destination and the two friends entered the house.
Horace Awtry, for the Englishman was none other than he, under an assumed name, had ventured to enter the Confederate lines as a spy for Sherman, who was then getting up his expedition against Vicksburg.