n off her guard by
Pinky's last assertion.

"Enough for me to put this and that together and make it nearly all
out," answered Pinky, with great coolness. "I was close after the game
when I got caught myself. But I'm on the track once more, and don't mean
to be thrown off. A link or two in the chain of evidence touching the
parentage of this child, and I am all right. You have these missing
links, and can furnish them if you will. If not, I am bound to find
them. You know me, Fan. If I once set my heart on doing a thing, heaven
and earth can't stop me."

"You're devil enough for anything, I know, and can lie as fast as you
can talk," returned Mrs. Bray, in considerable irritation. "If I could
believe a word you said! But I can't."

"No necessity for it," retorted Pinky, with a careless toss of her head.
"If you don't wish to hunt in company, all right. I'll take the game
myself."

"You forget," said Mrs. Bray, "I can spoil your game."

"Indeed! how?"

"By blowing the whole thing to Mr.--"

"Mr. who?" asked Pinky, leaning forward eagerly as her companion paused
without uttering the name that was on her lips.

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Mrs. Bray gave a low tantalizing laugh.

"I'm not sure that I would, from you. I'm bound to know somehow, and it
will be cheapest to find out for myself," replied Pinky, hiding her real
desire, which was to get the clue she sought from Mrs. Bray, and which
she alone could give. "As for blowing on me, I wouldn't like anything
better. I wish you'd call on Mr. Somebody at once, and tell him I've
got the heir of his house and fortune, or on Mrs. Somebody, and tell her
I've got her lost baby. Do it, Fan; that's a deary."

"Suppose I were to do so?" asked Mrs. Bray, repressing the anger that
was in her heart, and speaking with some degree of calmness.

"What then?"

"The police would be down on you in less than an hour."

"And what then?"

"Your game would be up."

Pinky laughed derisively:

"The police are down on me now, and have been coming down on me for
nearly a month past. But I'm too much for them. I know how to cover my
tracks."

"Down on you! For what?"

"They're after the boy."

"What do they know about him? Who set them after him?"

"I grabbed him up last Christmas down in Briar street after being on his
track for a week, and them that had him are after him sharp."

"Who had him?"

"I'm a little puzzled at the rumpus it has kicked up," said Pinky, in
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