f the child, the policeman said there
would be no difficulty about discovering them. It might take a little
time, but they could not escape the vigilance of the police.

With this assurance, Mr. Dinneford hastened from the polluted air of
Grubb's court, and made his way to the mission in Briar street, in order
to have some further conference with Mr. Paulding.

"As I feared," said the missionary, on learning that the baby could not
be found. "These creatures are as keen of scent as Indians, and know
the smallest sign of danger. It is very plain that there is something
wrong--that these women have no natural right to the child, and that
they are not using it to beg with."

"Do you know a woman called Pinky Swett?" asked the policeman.

"I've heard of her, but do not know her by sight. She bears a hard
reputation even here, and adds to her many evil accomplishments the
special one of adroit robbery. A victim lured to her den rarely escapes
without loss of watch or pocket-book. And not one in a hundred dares to
give information, for this would expose him to the public, and so her
crimes are covered. Pinky Swett is not the one to bother herself about
a baby unless its parentage be known, and not then unless the knowledge
can be turned to advantage."

"The first thing to be done, then, is to find this woman," said the
policeman.

"That will not be very hard work. But finding the baby, if she thinks
you are after it, would not be so easy," returned Mr. Paulding. "She's
as cunning as a fox."

"We shall see. If the chief of police undertakes to find the baby, it
won't be out of sight long. You'd better confer with the mayor again,"
added the policeman, addressing Mr. Dinneford.

"I will do so without delay," returned that gentleman.

"I hope to see you here again soon," said the missionary as Mr.
Dinneford was about going. "If I can help you in any way, I shall do so
gladly."

"I have no doubt but that you can render good service." Then, in half
apology, and to conceal the real concern at his heart, Mr. Dinneford
added, "Somehow, and strangely enough when I come to think of it, I have
allowed myself to get drawn into this thing, and once in, the natural
persistence of my character leads me to go on to the end. I am one of
those who cannot bear to give up or acknowledge a defeat; and so, having
set my hand to this work, I am going to see it through."

When the little girl who had taken Edith to the mission-house in