"The name upon the birth certificate is Patricia," he growled.
"Then who changed it?" asked Horton keenly, glaring at Nora.
"Not I, sor. I—I can't write," she gasped.
Jim Horton laughed.
"It couldn't have been Father Reilly, or Dr. Finucane. Perhaps Mr. Quinlevin will produce the certificate."
"When the time comes," gasped Quinlevin, "ye'll see it—in a court of law."
"And the death certificate of your own child too, Mr. Quinlevin?" asked Horton amiably.
"Ay—that too," he stammered in his rage as he faced the American, "but you won't be there to see. For on my evidence you'll be shot, my friend the masquerader."
"I'll have to run that chance——"
Moira's voice, tense, shrill with nervousness, broke in as she caught Quinlevin by the arm.