“They had a child?”
“Yes, sir. It was a little girl, and they called her Helen, after Mr. Field’s mother, who died only a little while before, and of whom he thought a sight.”
“Whatever became of the mother and child?”
“That is what Mr. Field would have given all he was worth afterward to have found out. He had detectives at work, but they could never seem to find anything of them.”
Watching her very sharply, although his eyes were to all appearance buried under their lashes, the detective said:
“There is a girl in the house, I believe?”
“There is.”
“Have you seen her?”
“I have.”
“Did you ever see her before?”