I
see you have the other part."
"It was lost at the place where the robbers waited to hold up the
T. P. Limited. Probably you lost it first and one of the robbers
found it."
"Probably," she said, in a queer voice.
"What was the first clue your father had had for many years about
his little girl. He happened to be at Aravaipa the day you and I
first met. I guess he took a fancy to me, for he asked me to take
this case up for him and see if I couldn't locate you. I ran
Hardman down and made him tell me the whole story. But he lied
about some of it, for he told me you were dead."
"He is a born liar," the girl commented. "Well, to get on with my
story. Anderson, or Hardman, as he now calls himself, except when
he uses his stage name of Cavallado, went into the show business
and took me with him. When I was a little bit of a girl he used
to use me for all sorts of things, such as a target for his knife
throwing and to sell medicine to the audience. Lots of people
would buy because I was such a morsel of a creature, and I
suppose he found me a drawing card. We moved all over the country
for years. I hated the life.
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