He was carrying it to his wife's mother, and sullen as he looked and was, and thief as he was, love for his own swayed him, and made him determined to hold it fast.

Von Rosen made all possible inquiries.

He employed detectives but he never obtained the least clue to the whereabouts of the little child.

He, however, although he grieved absurdly, almost as absurdly as Jane, had a curious sense of joy over the whole.

Life in Fairbridge had, before birth and death entered his home, been so monotonous, that he was almost stupefied.