Uncle Ben, who had also started forward in eager joy, drew back at the sound of the girl's voice, and the great detective looked from one face to the other in astonishment.
"Mr. Carew," he said at last, "is this your niece?"
"No," replied Uncle Ben.
"No," echoed Teddy Darrell.
"I told you so!" cried Daisy Lynn, with a radiant face; and Mr. Wren brought out the photograph.
"But this is her very face!" he exclaimed.
They agreed with him that it was wonderful—the likeness that existed between the girl and the picture—but they assured him that there were subtle differences in the features, and that the voices were quite unlike.
"Then I have to beg this young lady's pardon," said the great detective, rather crestfallen at his mistake; but he added, airily: "There's no harm done, anyhow."
"I beg your pardon, but there is," answered Daisy Lynn, her great, eager eyes brimming over with tears. "I have lost my situation with Mrs. Perkins through your mistake."
"Impossible!" he cried.