The Hound of the Baskervilles
with a firm-set, thin-lipped mouth, and a coldly intolerant eye.
“Is it like any one you know?”
“There is something of Sir Henry about the jaw.”
“Just a suggestion, perhaps. But wait an instant!”
He stood upon a chair, and holding up the light in his left hand, he curved his right arm over the broad hat and round the long ringlets.
“Good heavens!” I cried, in amazement.
The face of Stapleton had sprung out of the canvas.
“Ha, you see it now. My eyes have been trained to examine faces and not their trimmings. It is the first quality of a criminal investigator that he should see through a disguise.”
“But this is marvellous. It might be his portrait.”
“Yes, it is an interesting instance of a throw-back, which appears to be both
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