"Will, thin, phat'd yez call me in fer?" demanded the officer, harshly.
"I—I didn't call you in, sir," said she, looking helplessly at the clerk.
"I called you in, officer," said the clerk. "She didn't know what to do."
"Will, it's up to you, ma'am. We'll find him if yez say so."
"Do you know any one else in Chicago?" asked the clerk. "Maybe there's some one you could go to while they're trying to find your husband."
"I don't know any one here," she said, despairingly.
"Don't you want to leave your grip here? We'll take care of it till you come after it."
"That'll be all right, ma'am. It'll be safe here, an' yez don't want to be luggin' it around town wid that kid on yer hands. L'ave it here," said Officer Maher, and he picked it up and carried it behind the prescription counter before she could remonstrate. The clerk handed her a card containing the name and location of the store.
"Oh, I do know some one here," she cried suddenly, her face brightening. "Miss Celeste Wood. Do you think I could find her?"
To her dismay, the name was not in the directory.