Francis Worcester Doughty

“ Then there was the manner Shadow had of carrying himself—Mat Morris' style exactly.
A person's manner of bearing himself, and his mode of walking, and the use of his hands and head when speaking, are things that no disguise can hide.
Knowing this, I had been ready to almost take an oath as to the true identity of Shadow.
Yet here comes a letter that completely upsets all my faith in my powers of penetration.
If the writing of Nellie Millbank and of Shadow was the same, then Mat evidently was not Shadow. And if Mat was not Shadow, who was? ”

“ Why, he was a man just as much as you are a man, or I am one."
"You are not a man—except in name," I rejoined (and the words made him wince) "so do not bring yourself into the comparison."
I made him give me a close description of the prisoner who had been confined in the black hole, and after listening to it, I could have no manner of doubt that the person was other than Mat Morris.
"And," volunteered Stanton, "moreover, he was a surly sort of a customer. We couldn't get a word out of him."
This tallied with Shadow. ”

“ They were discussing the advisability of taking me into their confidence, and making me a party in a villainous scheme that was already hatched.
"Want to go into a big job with us?" Woglom asked me, on their resuming their seats. ”