“You took your child with you?”
“I did.”
“What became of that child?”
“I was taken ill and removed to a hospital in an unconscious condition. Hence I could give no directions as regarded my daughter.”
“Well?”
“When I recovered and was discharged from the hospital and went in quest of my child I could find nothing of her. On returning to the hospital afterward I learned that she had been there in search of me, but I lost all trace there, and never was able to discover anything of her until a couple of days ago.”
“Yet you were both in the city all the time?”
“Yes.”
“Isn’t it a trifle singular that you could not find her, and that you never met?”
“I suppose it is. And yet New York is a large place, and a person might live next door to a long lost friend and not know it.”