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Updated: June 27, 2025
He fumbled at the secret combination, and as he was doing so Eva and Zita joined him. The door swung open and they rushed through. But the place was deserted. "They've carried your father through some secret passage," exclaimed Locke. "That would explain much that is strange that has happened about the house, too." Just then Zita stepped forward with the plan in her hand.
Paper after paper which Doctor Q had found, where they had been preserved by Balcom, proved the identification and the story. Locke's head was in a whirl at the sudden change in relationships, but not more so than Zita's. Finally Zita could stand the strain no longer. What had been a hopeless love was now explained. "My my brother!" she sobbed, as she buried her head on Quentin's shoulder.
Then began a feverish search very similar to that which Paul had instituted. Only, this time Zita picked up all the papers, arranging them and placing them back in the drawers, after scanning their contents. She had almost finished when a small book lying in a distant corner of the room caught her eye. At a glance she saw that it was a diary.
Zita in turn hastily entered the library, without looking over her shoulder. "I wonder what her real position in this house can be," mused Locke, as he took his hat and went toward the front door. In the dining-room Paul was now standing close to Eva and had taken her hand.
Unnoticed by the thugs, who were intent on sending Locke to his death and dragging Eva through the panel, Zita had managed to free herself from her bonds and, true to her promise to Locke that she would help him, she had risked all for his sake.
Eva had purposely left her motor turning over, and therefore it was barely an instant after they were in the street before they were streaking out of that quarter of the town. Zita was now overwhelmed by her feelings, but it was Eva herself who spoke first. "Forgive me, Zita," begged Eva, in the rush of her emotions forgetting all that Zita had done. "But for you, both of us would now be dead."
Winters agreed and accepted the package, looking quizzically at her as he did so, just as he had earlier in the day. Zita, unable to control her curiosity, burst out with the question uppermost on her mind. "Why do you look at me in such a strange manner?" she queried. The inventor merely turned his gaze away and shrugged. "Mr Balcom tells me that you know the secret of my birth," pressed Zita.
"Paul has given Zita the key to your apartment," Dora hastened, "and she is coming over to steal the record of her birth." "She is eh? Well, I'll take care of that," growled Balcom, as he rang off. Balcom went to a drawer in the table and from it took a large book. Rapidly he turned over the pages until he found what he wanted.
"Why did that man look at me in such a strange manner?" she queried of Balcom. A moment Balcom considered her, as though undecided to speak, then made up his mind. "Because," he replied, slowly, "he knows the secret of your birth, knows who you really are." Zita had no further chance to question Balcom, for at this instant Eva and Locke, still carrying the inventions, were leaving the library.
Then he made an erasure and an entry and replaced the book in the drawer. Next he called the servant. "When she comes, you make her a prisoner," he directed. "Understand?" The Madagascan nodded and raised one of Balcom's hands to his own forehead as a sign of his fidelity. Balcom went out and the servant stepped into the empty trunk to await the arrival of Zita.
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