positive his client would be as sensible as most men have to be in
similar straits."

"Are you sure that Kathleen is the one he is looking for, Mr. Bingle?"
inquired Mrs. Force. "They sometimes follow false clues, or something
of the sort. I once heard of a detective who--"

"No such luck," groaned Mr. Bingle. "He has Kathie's history from the
day she was born. There--there isn't any chance for a mistake. She is
the one. Our eldest, our loveliest--Oh, Mary!"

Force shot an unmistakable look of alarm at the newspaper man who
stood in the doorway, staring out into the hall.

"Do you know the mother's name, Bingle?" he inquired. His voice
sounded so strange and unnatural that his wife glanced at him sharply.

"Yes. I know her real name. On the records at the hospital she was
known as Mrs. Hinman. But, you see, she wasn't married. Her name was
Glenn."

Sydney Force's face was bloodless.




CHAPTER VIII

THE AFFAIRS OF AMY AND DICK