A. Oh, no! Not that. He was dead enough.

Q. Well, I confess that I can't understand this. If you buried him, and
you knew he was dead

A. No! no! We only thought he was.

Q. Oh, I see! He came to life again?

A. I bet he didn't.

Q. Well, I never heard anything like this. Somebody was dead. Somebody
was buried. Now, where was the mystery?

A. Ah! that's just it! That's it exactly. You see, we were twins
--defunct--and I--and we got mixed in the bathtub when we were only two
weeks old, and one of us was drowned. But we didn't know which. Some
think it was Bill. Some think it was me.

Q. Well, that is remarkable. What do you think?

A. Goodness knows! I would give whole worlds to know. This solemn,
this awful mystery has cast a gloom over my whole life. But I will tell
you a secret now, which I never have revealed to any creature before.
One of us had a peculiar mark--a large mole on the back of his left hand;
that was me. That child was the one that was drowned!

Q. Very well, then, I don't see that there is any mystery about it,
after all.