The Phantom of London. Enigma Earl. The Greenwich Recluse. Half of his face, shadowed by gold and brown whiskers, showed male perfection, but the other half, a bizarre pattern of scar lines and puckered flesh. Truly, staring at his face was akin to seeing a painting of two men, split down the middle. Lydia recoiled as much from the hot anger flashing in his eyes as from astonishment. HE'S A MYSTERIOUS RECLUSE