It
needed only this proposal to prove to me that I am really Peter Brent's
daughter."
"Peter Brent's daughter!" he exclaimed. "No, not his daughter--the
daughter of Doctor Q."
"Impossible!" recoiled Zita, astounded at the assertion.
"True, Zita," he asserted, "absolutely true. Here, look at this paper."
With hands that trembled, Zita took the paper and read an amazing table.
Unless the paper lied, she was indeed the daughter of Doctor Q.
There was only one thing to do and that was to confront Doctor Q at once
and force him to a full explanation.
In order not to antagonize Paul, Zita was now particularly nice to him.
Her object was to get him to consent to her escape, so that she could
inform Locke and Eva of her discovery and all three confront Doctor Q
and wrest from him the story.
At first Paul would not let her go unless she consented to marry him,
but Zita played him skilfully, so that finally he unlocked the door.
Then Zita flew down the stairs and to a telephone around the corner,
where she called up Locke, to whom she told as much as she dared over
the wire.
Locke told her that he and Eva would meet her within an hour in the
lobby of one of the city's largest hotels, and Zita hastened there,
where she waited impatiently until they arrived.
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