"I do."
"And why have you told me this strange, weird narrative?"
"Madam, do you not guess?"
The woman did not answer, and the detective again produced his daguereotype, and pointed to the name Amalie Stevens.
"What does this suggest, sir?"
"That is a portrait of Amalie Stevens, and Amalie Stevens is the heiress of Harold Stevens, and you claim to be the original of that portrait. Madam, if this can all be substantiated you are a very wealthy woman. I will tell you candidly, I believe you are the heiress; I believe your claim can be established. Remember, your baby clothing was marked A. S. We need but one more proof."
"And what is that?"
"You say your girlhood lineaments are preserved in your daughter?"
"Yes, in a most remarkable manner."
"Then all we have to do is to find your daughter, confirm your claim, and all the evidence under present conditions is gained, and you shall be recognized as the heiress, and the fortune will be surrendered to you."