“I was present at the meeting of Mrs. Field and her child. The birthmark being spoken of, the young lady who came here as Miss Doane removed such portion of her clothing as was necessary to show that she possessed the mark.”
“There could be no mistake about this?”
“There could not be.”
“You would take an oath to it that Miss Helen Doane and Miss Helen Field are the same?”
“I would!”
“That is all.”
Nick Carter left the house then and went slowly downtown, wrapped in deep thought.
The clouds were growing thicker this morning, and this in spite of the fact that he felt himself near the solution of the mystery.
That Helen Doane was the daughter of Mr. Field it would appear insane to doubt in the face of a recognition by her mother and an old servant who had been with her from the time of her birth until the mother left with the child.
But the forged letter!