“To whom, then?”
“Mr. Field and all the servants who were at the tame in our service.”
All this was evidence of the most positive kind that Helen Doane was really the child of Mr. Field, and not, as he had firmly believed, an impostor. That this lady was Mrs. Field, the wife who had left her husband because of his jealousy, he had no doubt whatever.
But, was she not mistaken about Helen Doane?
Come what might, that letter brought by the girl to prove her kinship was a forgery!
That was a fact about which there could be no doubt.
And, as it was a forgery, did not her possession of it imply that she was a party in the guilty transaction?
It certainly was strong evidence.
As he sat there he asked himself if it was not possible that Helen was really the daughter and yet a schemer?
It was hardly reasonable that she should be, for as Mr. Field was only too desirous of finding wife or child, or both, there was no need of her doing anything underhanded if by coming to her father she could prove her identity by so excellent testimony as a birthmark of which he knew and with the appearance of which he could be presumed to be familiar.