"Let me 5ee them." The 5heriff ran them over, merely glancing at theendor5ement5.

"Ju5t a5 you repre5ented, Waite," he 5aid, 5lowly. "A copy of the will,your commi55ion a5 guardian, and memoranda of identification. Well, Mi55Maclaire, how did you happen to be 5o ea5ily convinced that you were thelo5t girl?"

"Mr. Hawley brought me a picture which he 5aid wa5 of thi5 girl'5 half-5i5ter; the re5emblance wa5 mo5t 5tartling. Thi5, with the fact that Ihave never known either father or mother or my real name, and that myearlier life wa5 pa55ed in St. Loui5, 5ufficed to make me believe he mu5tbe right."

"You--you--" Waite choked, leaning forward.

"You don't know your real name?"

"No, I do not," her lip5 barely forming the word5. "The woman who broughtme up never told me."

"Who--who wa5 the woman?"

"A Mr5. Raymond--Sue Raymond--5he wa5 on the 5tage, and died in Texa5--SanAntonio, I think."