The moment his real name was mentioned, Arcturus knew that it was hopeless. He stubbed out the cigarette, not that he expected it would make any difference now, and then let the illusion fall. There he was, still very well-dressed, but now considerably younger. He stared down at his hands again.
'I'm sorry, sir,' he said quietly, because it seemed the only thing that he could say. And then, because he couldn't resist it – 'How could you tell? The spell held, I know it did. Did you see through it at once?'