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A swift flash of suspicion came into her eyes. "I have said it, my child," was the almost stern response of Mrs. Dinneford. "The baby is dead." A weight seemed to fall on Edith. She bent forward, crouching down until her elbows rested on her knees and her hands supported her head. Thus she sat, rocking her body with a slight motion. Mrs. Dinneford watched her without speaking.
He rang the bell, and in a few moments the servant appeared. Granger was about passing in, when the man said, respectfully but firmly, as he held the door partly closed, "My orders are not to let you come in." "Who gave you those orders?" demanded Granger, turning white. "Mrs. Dinneford." "I wish to see Mr. Dinneford, and I must see him immediately." "Mr.
Dinneford replied; "we have already furnished ten thousand dollars beyond the original investment." "But it is all safe enough that is, if we do not break down just here for lack of so small a sum." Mrs. Dinneford gave a start. "Break down!" She repeated the words in a husky, voice, with a paling face. "What do you mean?"
"Bundle the thing up and throw into that basket. Is the woman down stairs?" "Yes," replied Mrs. Bray as she slowly drew a light blanket over the baby. "Very well. Put it in the basket, and let her take it away." "She is not a good woman," said the nurse, whose heart was failing her at the last moment. "She may be the devil for all I care," returned Mrs. Dinneford. Mrs.
What I am now debating are the chances in my favor if Granger gets a pardon, and then makes an effort to drive us to the wall, which he most surely will. I have settled it so far " Mrs. Dinneford leaned toward him with an anxious expression on her countenance, waiting for the next sentence. But Freeling did not go on.
A woman who for hire will take a new-born baby and sell it to a beggar-woman will not stop at anything. It is very unfortunate that you are mixed up with her." "I'm indebted to you for the trouble," replied. Mrs. Dinneford, with considerable asperity of manner. "You ought to have known something about the woman before employing her in a delicate affair of this kind."
Dinneford;" and the two women stood face to face for a few moments, each regarding the other keenly. "Mrs. Hoyt don't forget," said the former, with a warning emphasis in her voice. "Mrs. Bray is dead." In her heart Mrs. Dinneford wished that it were indeed so. "Anything wrong?" asked the black-eyed little woman. "Do you know a Pinky Swett?" asked Mrs. Dinneford, abruptly. Mrs.
He lives just over the way, and night after night I can hear his howls and curses and laughter mingled with those of the vile women with whom he herds." "Surely this cannot be?" said Mr. Dinneford. "Surely it is," was replied. "I know of what I speak.
"He has no idea of that," was replied. "What then?" The lady leaned toward Freeling. Her hands moved nervously. "He means to have the case in court again, but on a new issue." "He does!" "Yes; says that he's innocent, and that you and I know it that he's the victim of a conspiracy, and that we are the conspirators!" "Talk! amounts to nothing," returned Mrs. Dinneford, with a faint little laugh.
Dinneford took Edith's letter from the floor, where it had dropped from his wife's hand, and withdrew from her presence. She arose quickly as he did so, crossed the room and silently turned the key, locking herself in. Then her manner changed; she moved about the room in a half-aimless, half-conscious way, as though some purpose was beginning to take shape in her mind.
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