Do you think--is it possible--" He could not for the moment clothe his thoughts in words.
"Do you know if any one has brought this girl to England ?" "Yes; she was brought over by a young American physician, one of the family who adopted and brought her up." "What is he like--the young American physician ?" "I have not seen him." "Go, my young friend, to-morrow morning, and ask your cousin if this photograph resembles the American physician." It was the photograph of a handsome young fellow, with strongly marked features, apparently tall and well-set-up.
"Lala, you don't really suspect anything--you don't think--" "Hush! I know who has stolen the papers.

Perhaps the same man has produced the heiress." "And you think--you suspect that the man who stole the papers is connected with--But then those papers must be--oh, it cannot be! For then Iris would be Clara's cousin--Clara's cousin--and the other an impostor." "Even so; everything is possible.

But silence.

Do not speak a word, even to Iris.

If the papers are lost, they are lost.