"What is your husband's name?" asked the Inspector in a gentle tone.
"Abel Death, sir. Oh, for God's sake find him for me--find him for me--find him for me!"
Tears rolled down her face and choked her voice. Every nerve in her body was quivering with anguish.
"How long has he been gone?" asked the Inspector.
"Five days, sir, five long, long days."
"Was he in employment?"
"Yes, sir, yes. Oh, what can have become of him?"
"What is the name of his employer?"
The agony the woman had endured overcame her, and she could not immediately reply.
"Mr. Samuel Boyd, sir, of Catchpole Square," said the child.