He wheeled the perambulator into the lane. There was no one about to ask. He progressed nearly two hundred yards till he came to a field with a pond in it. This was apparently the wrong direction. He was staring about when he suddenly became aware of a hue and cry. A party of people came racing down the lane headed by the thick-set man, who was exclaiming:
“There he is! There he is!”
Edwin felt his heart beating. This was going to be a little embarrassing. They closed on him. The thickset man seized his wrists and at the same time remarked:
“See he hasn’t any firearms on him, Frank.”
The large man alluded to as Frank gripped him from behind.
“What have you done with my baby?” he demanded fiercely.
“I ’aven’t seen no baby,” yelped Mr. Pothecary.
“Oh! ’Aven’t yer! What are yer doin’ with my perambulator then?”
“I’m takin’ it to St. Bride’s Church.”