“Where is my baby?”
The woman tried to shake her off, but Edith held her with a grasp that could not be broken.
“For Heaven's sake,” exclaimed the woman “let go of me! This is the public street, and you'll have a crowd about us in a moment, and the police with them.”
But Edith kept fast hold of her.
“First tell me where I can find my baby,” she answered.
“Come along,” said the woman, moving as she spoke in the direction Edith was going when they met. “If you want a row with the police, I don't.”
Edith was close to her side, with her hand yet upon her and her voice in her ears.
“My baby! Quick! Say! Where can I find my baby?”
“What do I know of your baby? You are a fool, or mad!” answered the woman, trying to throw her off. “I don't know you.”
“But I know you, Mrs. Bray,” said Edith, speaking the name at a venture as the one she remembered hearing the servant give to her mother.