Daisy complied with the request, and looked Mr. Flint in the face. Flint turned his eyes on her with such earnestness that she shrunk back. Then he staggered to a chair, and exclaimed involuntarily:
"So help me God, it is Henry's child!"
Edward Walters rested his hands on the desk, and looked over the baize screen.
Mortimer stepped to Daisy's side.
"This necklace," he said, in a trembling voice, "I return to the owner. It was my misfortune to take it by mistake, and it is happiness to return it to one who does not require any proof of my innocence."
Daisy pressed his hand.
"Let me go!" exclaimed Mr. Flint.
"Presently, Mr. Flint. You must first witness the denouement of our little drama."
With this the lawyer turned to Mortimer, and handed him a paper.
"What this fails to explain relative to your father, you must seek from his own lips."