"How could you," said the doctor, "when the twins are alike in every respect? And, moreover, you firmly believed Olivia Bellin's lover was in Marshminster."
"But if I go down at once to Marshminster, I'll detect the absence of Felix, and so guess what has taken place."
"If you go down to Marshminster, you'll find Felix back again in his old place."
"Then Paris?" I queried uneasily. I was beginning to see I had been duped.
"You forget Mr. Felix of Paris has gone to Italy and left no address. It's all safe there, and, as he said he was going to the East for six months or so, there will be plenty of time for the pretended Francis to marry Olivia."
"You don't believe that Felix of Paris has gone to Italy or the East?"
"Of course not! I believe he arranged all these matters to baffle your prying, and then calmly returned to Marshminster."
"But the manager of the hotel?"
"He is in the pay of Felix. You'll get nothing out of him. Now, I am certain that is the explanation. Are you not surprised at its simplicity?"
"Yes, I am! It is astonishing I never thought of it before."