"Blood!"
"Pass in," said the voice.
The door had opened six inches while Wallace squeezed through. Peter had supposed it merely their latest play, unintelligible but harmless; now, however, he commenced putting two and two together. Evidently, his was not the only case of dual personality.
"Gee! I'm a fool not to have thought of it," he muttered.
"Oh, Pete!" Annie implored. "Do you know where he is?"
Peter controlled his features and gravely shook his head.
"I can't say as I do, exactly, but this here paper furnishes a clue. I think p'raps I can find the baby without calling in the p'lice." He faced the others. "Go back to the house and watch out that none o' them gypsy women comes prowlin' around." He waited until they were out of hearing, then he sat down on the bench by Annie. "I'll find the kid on just one condition—ye're to let that Dago alone. D'ye understand?"
"Get the baby, hurry—please! I'll talk to you afterward."
"I think I'll be talkin' just a second now. Ye know well enough I never had nothin' to do with that Circassian Beauty girl."
"Yes, yes, Pete! I believe you. I know you didn't. Please go."