“Any stealing and forging that was done, you did. From the Bryants’ safe here in their house. You borrowed their family documents and the ring—to ‘study.’ You said—”
Both Bryants were listening to her now. Vicki turned to them.
“There’s a minister in San Francisco, a Mr. Hall, who’s known Jack and Eleanor Rowe, and Lucy, ever since Lucy was born. Would you take his word?”
Mrs. Bryant gasped. “What else did you find out? Mr. Dorn, why did you never mention the minister to us?”
“Because there is no such person in their family history,” he said boldly. “Lucy”—he turned toward the false Lucy—“did you ever know a minister named Hall?”
“No, our minister’s name was Dr. John Sands.”
“Ah, you see!” Marshall Bryant said with satisfaction. “I shall get in touch with Dr. Sands.”
“I wish, Grandpa,” said the false Lucy, “that Dr. Sands was still alive. He’d tell you the truth.”
The true Lucy said suddenly, “Ask Mr. Hall. I’ll give you his address and telephone number.”
Marshall Bryant eyed her distrustfully, but his wife said, “You haven’t answered my question, Vicki. What else did you find out?”