"Her name is--Mercy Merrick." _His_ lips had said it--not hers! _He_ had given her the name.
"'Mercy Merrick' is an English name ?" pursued Ignatius Wetzel, with his eyes steadily fixed on her.

"Is it not so ?" The hold on her mind of the past association with Julian Gray began to relax.

One present and pressing question now possessed itself of the foremost place in her thoughts.

Should she correct the error into which the German had fallen?
The time had come--to speak, and assert her own identity; or to be silent, and commit herself to the fraud.
Horace Holmcroft entered the room again at the moment when Surgeon Wetzel's staring eyes were still fastened on her, waiting for her reply.
"I have not overrated my interest," he said, pointing to a little slip of paper in his hand.

"Here is the pass.