Fletcher felt relieved; at the same time he determined without delay to make a new effort to get the fatal evidence of his former crime into his own possession.
"Oh," said Bullion, as if he had forgotten something, "the wife and baby, let's see 'em."
Fletcher called his wife, who came in timidly, and shrank from the fierce look of the man of money.
"How d'e do, Ma'am? Your servant, Ma'am. Glad to see you. But the baby?"
"Fetch the baby, lovey," said Fletcher.
Baby was brought, smiling with as little reason as possible, and winking very hard in the light.
"Pretty dear!" said Bullion, chucking her under the chin.
"I wonder what the devil this means," thought Fletcher.
How was his surprise increased when, after a moment, Bullion inquired,—
"Teeth cut yet? Some of 'em, I see. More to come. Want something to bite, little one?"