"I must see you, Mr. Crow," she cried in a low, agitated voice.
"Who are you?" he demanded. She was dressed entirely in black.
"I came to see you about the baby."
"That won't do, madam. There's been three tramps here to hornswoggle us an' I—"
"I must see her, Mr. Crow," pleaded the stranger, and he was struck by the richness of her voice.
"Mighty queer, it seems to me," he muttered hesitatingly. "Are you any kin to it?"
"I am very much interested."
"By giminy, I believe you're the one who left her here," cried the detective. "Are you a typewriter?"
"I'll answer your questions if you'll allow me to step inside. It is very cold out here."
Anderson Crow stood aside and the tall, black figure entered the hall. He led her to the warm sitting-room and gave her a chair before the "base-burner."