The baby's crib was empty.
It had been the simplest thing in the world for Mrs.Schwartz to enter the house by the unfastened front door, while one of her husband's brothers held the nurse in telephone talk; and to go up to the nursery, unseen, while the other servants were in the kitchen quarters.

There she had picked up the baby and had carried him gently down to the front door and out of the grounds.
One of Schwartz's brothers was waiting, beyond the gate; with a disreputable little runabout.

Presently, the second brother joined him.
Mrs.Schwartz lifted the baby into the car.

One of the men held it while the other took his place at the steering wheel.

The runabout had started upon its orderly fourteen-mile trip to Paterson, before the panic stricken nurse could give the alarm.
Mrs.Schwartz then walked toward the village, where her husband met her.