"Frank Merriwell, that's not our child!"
He staggered as if struck a terrible blow.
"Not our child? Then, who—— What child is it? Where did it come from? You must be mistaken, Inza!"
"I'm not! I know my own baby boy!"
"The star—look for the star!" shouted Merriwell.
Almost fiercely he seized the baby's garments and with one movement tore them from the tiny shoulder.
The mark of the star was not there!
Merriwell straightened up and stood for a moment like a man turned to stone. In that moment, however, while he outwardly seemed so inactive and dumfounded his brain was working swiftly.
"Where's Lizette?" he demanded, and his voice was calm and cold.
"Where's Lizette, Maggie?" panted Inza, turning on the now thoroughly frightened servant.