The child really was too simple to be made game of.

Besides, he felt sure that she had spoken the truth, so far as she herself was concerned.

She didn't know where her erratic aunt had gone; and any further questioning would only frighten her without winning him the knowledge he sought.

He therefore took the parcel back, said some soothing words and made his way across the walk to his taxi.
But the number he gave the chauffeur was that of the house where this little girl lived.
He arrived there first.

To him, waiting in the parlor and very near the window, her shrinking little figure looked pathetic enough, as glancing in at the taxi, and finding it empty, she realized who might be awaiting her under her mother's eye.