“No, sir; unless——”
“Unless what?”
“Why, sir, I have been wondering who the girl is, and why Mr. Barnes didn’t tell us something about her, for she is the living image of Mrs. Field!”
Nick Carter gave a start.
Had everybody combined in a league against him?
It almost seemed so. Here was the housekeeper testifying to a remarkable resemblance between this girl and Mrs. Field, just as he was firmly settled in the conclusion that she was a rank impostor.
He said, sharply:
“You must be mistaken!”
“I am not. I never saw a resemblance more strongly marked than this girl bears to Mrs. Field as I remember her.”
“What has been said to you about this girl?”