Again the magic touch revealed the telltale name.

With her finger she was pointing to the faintly legible "Helen Brett" on the check as the sulphide had brought it out.
Douglas stared-dazed.
He rubbed his eyes and stared again as the last of the flickering fire died away.

In an instant he realized that it was not a dream, that it was all a fact.
He looked from one to the other of the women.
He was checkmated.
Constance ostentatiously folded up the erased vouchers.
"I--I shall not--make any--contest," Douglas managed to gasp huskily..