“Who lives in this room?” asked the policeman, addressing the woman.
“Don't know as anybody lives there now,” she replied, with evident evasion.
“Who did live here?” demanded the policeman.
“Oh, lots!” returned the woman, curtly.
“I want to know who lived here last,” said the policeman, a little sternly.
“Can't say—never keep the run of 'em,” answered the woman, with more indifference than she felt. “Goin' and comin' all the while. Maybe it was Poll Davis.”
“Had she a baby?”
The woman gave a vulgar laugh as she replied: “I rather think not.”
“It was Moll Fling,” said one of the children, “and she had a baby.”
“When was she here last?” inquired the policeman.