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I haven't the child, and you may hunt me to cover with all the police hounds in the city, and yet not find him." "If I agree to pay your demand," replied Mr. Dinneford, "it can only be on production and identification of the child." "After which your humble servant will be quickly handed over to the police," a low, derisive laugh gurgling in the woman's throat.
Hoyt so we must now call her betrayed surprise at this question, and was about answering "No," but checked herself and gave a half-hesitating "Yes," adding the question, "What about her?" Before Mrs. Dinneford could reply, however, Mrs. Hoyt took hold of her arm and said, "Come up to my room. Walls have ears sometimes, and I will not answer for these." Mrs.
"It's a wretched business in every way," she added, "and I'm sorry that I ever had anything to do with it. It's something dreadful, as I told you at the time, to cast a helpless baby adrift in such a way. Poor little soul! I shall never feel right about it." "That's neither here nor there;" and Mrs. Dinneford waved her hand impatiently. "The thing now in hand is to deal with this woman."
The moment she saw Edith she drew a heavy dark veil over her face with a quickness of movement that had in it as much of discomfiture as surprise. Mrs. Dinneford was equal to the occasion. The imminent peril in which she stood calmed the wild tumult within, as the strong wind calms this turbulent ocean, and gave her thoughts clearness and her mind decision.
Let me show you the school. Then I will give you a measure of comparison." Mr. Dinneford went up to the school-rooms. He found them crowded with children, under the care of female teachers, who seemed to have but little trouble in keeping them in order. Such a congregation of boys and girls Mr. Dinneford had never seen before.
"Oh, father! if it should be my baby!" "My dear, dear child," said Mr. Dinneford, putting his arms about Edith and holding her tightly, "you torture yourself with a wild dream. The thing is impossible." "It is somebody's baby," sobbed Edith, her face on her father's breast, "and it may be mine. Who knows?" "We will do our best to find it," returned Mr.
At the first movement toward an indictment, I shall see the district attorney, whom I know very well, and give him such information in the case as will lead to fixing the crime on you alone, while I will come in as the principal witness. This will make your conviction certain." "Devil!" exclaimed Mrs. Dinneford, her white face convulsed and her eyes starting from their sockets with rage and fear.
"There is one thing more that you will have to do, Mrs. Dinneford." "What?" she asked. "Get your husband to draw two or three notes in Mr. Granger's favor. They should not be for less than five hundred or a thousand dollars each. The dates must be short not over thirty or sixty days." "It can't be done," was the emphatic answer.
"Oh, it's you again!" he said, in a tone of annoyance, taking hold of one arm and raising her so that she sat on the curb-stone. Mr. Dinneford now saw her face distinctly; it was that of an old woman, but red, swollen and terribly marred. Her thin gray hair had fallen over her shoulders, and gave her a wild and crazy look.
Within a week Mrs. Dinneford brought two notes, drawn by her husband in favor of George Granger one for five hundred and the other for one thousand dollars. The time was short thirty and sixty days. On this occasion she came to the store and asked for her son-in-law. The meeting between her and Freeling was reserved and formal.
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