"Go, my young friend, to-morrow morning, and ask your cousin if this photograph resembles the American physician."
It was the photograph of a handsome young fellow, with strongly marked features, apparently tall and well-set-up.
"Lala, you don't really suspect anything—you don't think—"
"Hush! I know who has stolen the papers. Perhaps the same man has produced the heiress."
"And you think—you suspect that the man who stole the papers is connected with—But then those papers must be—oh, it cannot be! For then Iris would be Clara's cousin—Clara's cousin—and the other an impostor."
"Even so; everything is possible. But silence. Do not speak a word, even to Iris. If the papers are lost, they are lost. Say nothing to her yet; but go—go, and find out if that photograph resembles the American physician. The river wanders here and there, but the sea swallows it at last."