“You feel⁠—as we all feel⁠— the presence of Mr. Brown . Yes”⁠—as Tuppence made a movement⁠—“not a doubt of it⁠— Mr. Brown is here .⁠ ⁠…”

“In this house?”

“In this room.⁠ ⁠… You don’t understand? I am Mr. Brown.⁠ ⁠… ”

Stupefied, unbelieving, they stared at him. The very lines of his face had changed. It was a different man who stood before them. He smiled a slow cruel smile.