“Her boy—the latest one.”
“Describe Sidney.”
“A dark fellow, foreign.”
“French—German?”
“No. A sort of Indian, like.”
“Indian?” snapped Wessex. “What do you mean by Indian?”
“Very dark,” replied the woman without emotion, swinging a baby she held to and fro in a methodical way which the detective found highly irritating.
“You mean a native of India?”
“Yes, I should think so. I never noticed him much. Polly has so many.”
“How long has she known this man?”