"That was the way Nora Burke came into the house of Barry Quinlevin, and that was the way you became the daughter and heiress of Mary Callonby."
"I—her heiress?"
He nodded.
"I do not know all the facts, but it seems that when the Duc de Vautrin returned to Paris, he was met by Barry Quinlevin with proofs of his daughter's existence. It was to the Duc's interest to keep the matter secret, since the income from the Callonby fortune which he enjoyed would of course go to the child. And from that day to this the matter has been kept a secret and Barry Quinlevin has been paid for keeping it."
Moira had risen and was pacing up and down the length of the studio.
"It is too horrible—it bewilders me. Who told you all this?"
"Piquette Morin—Harry told her."
"And—and Harry—?"
"His interests and yours were the same."
She buried her face in her hands for a moment. "Wait," she gasped. "I must think—think."