"No," snapped Tod sharply, "I don't. You have only to look at her to see that she is purely European. The native woman confessed to Mrs. Pelham Odin that she had picked up the child from an ayah at Simla for a few rupees. The ayah had perhaps stolen the child from some English people, or perhaps the mother was dead. At any rate the native woman bought the child, and taught her to dance in the show she and her husband went round with. Mrs. Pelham Odin took a fancy to the child's beauty, and bought her from this native woman, and adopted her as her daughter in a way. She called her Charity because of the way in which she was found, and Bird because of her silvery voice." "Ha!" Gerald started, "another point of resemblance. Mavis has a voice like a nightingale. Tod, I must learn Mavis's past life; these two girls must be connected in some way; the resemblance is too wonderful." "There are chance likenesses," hinted Tod slowly. "I daresay, but Nature doesn't turn out two girls line for line the same unless she sends them into the world as twins. Mavis was brought to the Pixy's House when she was five years of age, but she doesn't remember where she lived before that. She is twenty-one in ten months." "By Jupiter!" Tod hoisted himself up with a curious look, "that's odd, for Charity told me that she would be twenty-one next year, and then could run away with me. Perhaps there is something in what you say, Jerry, after all. What's to be done?" Haskins pinched his chin. "Let us leave the question of the resemblance alone for the moment, Tod. What I want you to do is to go to Somerset House and look up the wills." "The wills? Whose will. What will?" "Look up any will made by anyone called Durham. Go back fifteen or twenty years. Of course," said Gerald apologetically, "it is only my fancy based upon the few words let drop by Mrs. Geary, but I feel somehow--in my bones, as the old women say--that Mavis is being kept a prisoner on account of money." Tod fidgeted. "It's such a wild idea," he protested. "Wild or not, it is six and eightpence in your greedy, legal pocket." "Rebb might not like my prying into his private affairs." "I don't see that Rebb need know anything about it," said Gerald impatiently. "In fact, I want to keep my doings dark in the Rebb direction, for if there is anything in my belief the Major will do his best to queer my pitch. If you look up the will of a man or of a woman called Durham, Rebb cannot say anything, as neither you nor I are supposed to know anything about the Pixy's House business. Well?" Tod nodded, and made a note. "I'll search," he assented. "Any will by someone called Durham, man or woman, and dated some fifteen or twenty years ago. Suppose I find nothing?"