"Well, I'm hanged," said "Bo" at last, "absolutely hanged. What's to do?"
"Carn't say any more than you can. Blessed if I know the first thing about a baby."
"Cutie" was looking down sentimentally now at the small blonde head.
"It's awfully quiet, isn't it? Doesn't seem—" He touched the tiny hand. It was cold as ice, and all of a sudden the two men looking down on that little frozen thing realized the truth.
"By Jove!" whispered the one. "The little beggar's dead, d'you know."
Their eyes met apprehensively.
"What's to do?"
"Gad, I wish I knew."
"It's a dashed serious matter."
"Rather!"