“Where?”
“In the crib.”
“Do you know who saw her last?”
“Yes, sir; the man who did it.”
Carter smiled at the answer and took a seat at the table.
“Give me the story,” he said.
Billy did so. He omitted nothing, but he dwelt a long time on the face at the window.
The famous detective seemed to think that face an important matter, and he made the boy describe it half a dozen times.
Presently he arose and put on an overcoat, for the night was cold, and perhaps he wanted to protect his face with the ample collar.
The pair left the room together, and Billy piloted the detective to the scene of the crime.