Dr. Norbury reflected awhile in silence.  Then, in a faint voice, he asked:  “How do you suggest that John Bellingham’s body came to be inside that cartonnage?”

“I think Mr. Jellicoe is the most likely person to be able to answer that question,” Thorndyke replied drily.

There was another interval of silence, and then Dr. Norbury asked suddenly: 

“But what do you suppose has become of Sebek-hotep?  The real Sebek-hotep, I mean?”

“I take it,” said Thorndyke, “that the remains of Sebek-hotep, or at least a portion of them, are at present lying in the Woodford mortuary awaiting an adjourned inquest.”

As Thorndyke made this statement a flash of belated intelligence, mingled with self-contempt, fell on me.  Now that the explanation was given, how obvious it was!  And yet I, a competent anatomist and physiologist and actually a pupil of Thorndyke’s, had mistaken those ancient bones for the remains of a recent body!

Dr. Norbury considered the last statement for some time in evident perplexity.  “It is all consistent enough, I must admit,” said he, at length, “and yet—­are you quite sure there is no mistake?  It seems so incredible.”

“There is no mistake, I assure you,” Thorndyke answered.  “To convince you, I will give you the facts in detail.  First, as to the teeth.  I have seen John Bellingham’s dentist and obtained particulars from his case-book.  There were in all five teeth that had been filled.  The right upper wisdom-tooth, the molar next to it, and the second lower molar on the left side, had all extensive gold fillings.  You can see them all quite plainly in the skiagraph.  The left lower lateral incisor had a very small gold filling, which you can see as a nearly circular white dot.  In addition to these, a filling of tin amalgam had been inserted while the deceased was abroad, in the second left upper bicuspid, the rather grey spot that we have already noticed.  These would, by themselves, furnish ample means of identification.  But in addition, there is the tattooed device of the Eye of Osiris—­”

“Horus,” murmured Dr. Norbury.

“Horus, then—­in the exact locality in which it was borne by the deceased and tattooed, apparently, with the same pigment.  There are, further, the suture wires in the knee-caps; Sir Morgan Bennet, having looked up the notes of the operation, informs me that he introduced three suture wires into the left patella and two into the right; which is what the skiagraph shows.  Lastly, the deceased had an old Pott’s fracture on the left side.  It is not very apparent now, but I saw it quite distinctly just now when the shadows of the bones were whiter.  I think that you may take it that the identification is beyond all doubt or question.”

“Yes,” agreed Dr. Norbury, with gloomy resignation, “it sounds, as you say, quite conclusive.  Well, well, it is a most horrible affair.  Poor old John Bellingham!  It looks uncommonly as if he had met with foul play.  Don’t you think so?”