? ? ? ? "Is it like anyone 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 throwback, which appears to be both physical and spiritual. A study of family portraits is enough to convert a man to the doctrine of reincarnation. The fellow is a Baskerville -- that is evident."
? ? ? ? "With designs upon the succession."
? ? ? ? "Exactly. This chance of the picture has supplied us with one of our most obvious missing links. We have him, Watson, we have him, and I dare swear that before to-morrow night he will be fluttering in our net as helpless as one of his own butterflies.
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