Philip heard him mumbling softly in his thick beard, and very cautiously he touched the end of a big forefinger to one of the baby's tiny fists.

The little fingers opened, and then they closed tightly about John Adare's thumb.
The older man looked again at Philip, and from him his eyes sought Josephine.

His voice trembled with ecstasy.
"Where is Josephine ?" "Gone to her mother," replied Philip.
"Bring her--quick!" commanded Adare.

"Tell her to bring her mother and wake the kid or I'll yell.

I've got to hear the little beggar talk." As Philip turned toward the door he flung after him in a sibilant whisper: "Wait! Maybe you know how to do it--" "We'd better have Josephine," advised Philip quickly, and before Adare could argue his suggestion he hurried into the hall.
Where he would find her he had no idea, and as he went down the hall he listened at each of the several doors he passed.