hed as he exclaimed:

"May the Lord of heaven forgive me, for I have made an awful mistake! It
was _that_ gentleman whom I married to Mrs. Grey;" and he pointed
straight to Craven Kyte.

A murmur of great excitement passed through the court-room.

"A while ago you swore it was the other man," said Mr. Desmond, with an
ugly sneer.

"So I did! May Heaven forgive me for the awful, though unconscious
perjury; for so I thought, with all my judgment, until I saw this last
man! And certainly they are perfect duplicates of each other. Any one,
under the same circumstances, might have made the same mistake," meekly
replied the minister.

And certainly every one who saw and compared the two men agreed with the
last speaker.

"Will you be so good, reverend sir, as to explain by what test you now
know these perfect duplicates, the one from the other, and are enabled
to identify the particular one whom you married to Mrs. Grey on the
fifteenth of the last September?"

"Certainly, sir. I can distinguish them by a certain indefinable
difference which I can perceive while I see them together, but which I
might fail to perceive if they were apart from each other. Also I can
identify this last man, who calls himself Craven Kyte, by that small
mark or scar that he bears on his temple near the corner of his left
eye. I noticed it at the time I performed the marriage ceremony, but I
thought it was a fresh scar. And I never remembered it at all when
called upon to identify Mr. Alden Lytton, or indeed until I saw it again
upon Mr. Craven Kyte."

"That will do," said Mr. Desmond; and the minister was allowed to
retire.

John and Sarah Martin were recalled in succession, and each, when
confronted with the two men, recanted from their late testimony, and
swore pointedly to the person of Craven Kyte as the man whom they saw
married to Mary Grey.

At this point the foreman of the jury arose in his place and asked
permission of the bench to render their verdict at once, as they had all
quite made up their minds upon the case.

After a few moments' consultation, the requested permission was given,
and the jury, without leaving their seats, rendered their verdict of--

"Not guilty!"

The accused was formally discharged from custody. And then the judge did
an almost unprecedented thing. He adjourned the court, came down from
the bench and warmly shook hands with Mr. Lytton, congratulating him
upon his complete vindication.

And fri