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When they entered, they found hanging upon the wall a splendid

portrait of their master as they had last seen him, in all the

wonder of his exquisite youth and beauty. Lying on the floor was

a dead man, in evening dress, with a knife in his heart. He was

withered, wrinkled, and loathsome of visage. It was not till they

had examined the rings that they recognized who it was.

THE END