that manner."

Handsome laughed mockingly. With affected politeness he retorted:

"Your lordship's servant! What is his lordship's pleasure?"

Kenneth did not hear the taunting reply or heed the sneer. He was
still staring at this counterpart of himself, this very image yet who
was not himself, but a human derelict, a wretched, sodden outcast. All
at once, an overwhelming, horrible suggestion rushed across his brain.
Could it be, was it--his long lost twin brother? Almost gasping, he
demanded:

"Who are you?"

Handsome chuckled.

"I don't know."

"What is your name?"

The man chuckled.

"They call me Handsome. That's because I'm a good looker. I have had
a good many other names, but I've forgotten what they are. The police
know. It's all in the records."

"My God--a police record!"

"What of it?" Bitterly he added: "We can't all be fine gentlemen and
millionaires."

"Where are you from?"

"Nowhere."

"Who were your parents?"

"Never had any that I know of."

Kenneth started forward and, seizing the man's left hand, closely
examined it. Yes, there was the scar on the index finger of the left
hand. No further doubt was possible. This was his brother. Handsome,
meantime, had been watching the other's agitation with mingled interest
and amusement.

Hoarsely, Kenneth cried:

"Where have you been all these years?"

Handsome stared as if he thought his interlocutor had gone crazy.
Almost angrily he retorted:

"What d----d business is it of yours?"

Paying no heed to the miner's offensive attitude, and anxious only to
learn something of his history, Kenneth approached him and held out his
hand.

"I wish to be your friend."

Handsome drew back suspiciously. Always associated with evil himself,
he looked for only evil from others. Bitterly he retorted:

"My friend--what do your kind care for poor devils like me?"

For answer, Kenneth removed his helmet, suddenly revealing the solitary
lock of white hair. Handsome fell back in surprise. For the first
time he realized the extraordinary resemblance. He had noticed a
marked likeness before, but now the diamond promoter's helmet was off,
it was positively startling. Hoarsely he exclaimed:

"The devil! Who are you? You look just like----"

Kenneth looked at him keenly for a moment. Then he said calmly:

"Yes--I look just like you. No wonder. You are--my brother!"

[Illustration: "Yes, you are my brother. We are twins."