"It was I—I wrote the letter."
With a stifled cry of mingled fright and amazement, Helen jumped up from the chair.
"You wrote the letter?" she exclaimed, incredulously.
He nodded.
"Yes—I wrote the letter."
Her eyes opened wide with terror, her hands clasped together nervously, she exclaimed:
"Then you are——"
He bowed.
"Exactly. I am the kidnapper of your child——"
Speechless, she stared at him, her large black eyes opened wide with terror. Looking wildly about her as if seeking her little daughter, she gasped: