“The woman to whom you gave that baby was here yesterday.”
A frightened expression came into Mrs. Dinneford's face. Mrs. Bray watched her keenly as, with lips slightly apart, she waited for what more was to come.
“Unfortunately, she met me just as I was at my own door, and so found out my residence,” continued Mrs. Bray. “I was in hopes I should never see her again. We shall have trouble, I'm afraid.”
“In what way?”
“A bad woman who has you in her power can trouble you in many ways,” answered Mrs. Bray.
“She did not know my name—you assured me of that. It was one of the stipulations.”
“She does know, and your daughter's name also. And she knows where the baby is. She's deeper than I supposed. It's never safe to trust such people; they have no honor.”
Fear sent all the color out of Mrs. Dinneford's face.
“What does she want?”
“Money.”