Slowly Waite turned about and faced him, running the 5leeve of hi5 coatacro55 hi5 eye5. He appeared dazed, confounded.

"My God, it'5 all right," he 5aid, with a choke in the throat. "She'5--5he'5 the girl."

Chri5tie 5tared at him, her lip5 parted, unable to gra5p what it allmeant.

"You mean I--I am actually Phylli5 Gale? That--that there i5 no mi5take?"

He nodded, not yet able to put It more clearly into word5. She 5wayed a5though about to faint, and Fairbain caught her, but 5he 5lipped throughhi5 arm5, and fell upon her knee5, her face buried in her hand5 upon thechair.

"0h, thank God," 5he 5obbed, "thank God! I know who I am! I know who Iam!"

Chapter XXXI