“I did not, sir. There was no one near here except people passing at times.”
“Would you know the boy if you were to see him again?”
“Indeed, sir, I would,” Lucy declared emphatically. “He is about ten years old, with red hair and freckled face. I’d know him among a million.”
“Was he well dressed?”
“Not very, sir.”
“Did he appear like a street gamin, or somewhat refined?”
“More like a boy of the street, sir, and he spoke like one.”
“How so?”
“He said he’d mind the kid, sir, and he called the woman a skirt,” explained Lucy. “I knew what he meant, sir, but only rough boys talk like that.”
“True,” Nick nodded. “At what time does Mr. Madden usually come home?”