 More talk? Lots more. What now? That birthmark. So I've got a birthmark. What about it? I wish I had one that was worth ten million. So do I. This one's worth nothing to me. Since my father doesn't believe I'm his daughter, and he's blind, that kind of identification doesn't mean anything to me. You're forgetting the people he trusts. Hugh Gaines, for instance. If the birthmark is there, couldn't he look at it, compare it with those awful baby pictures, and say, yes, here is your daughter? I've got news for you, Archie.