For, even as he turned his flashlight on the dusty and blood-streaked bundle, the baby began once more to cry.
The local chief of police, in the village across the lake, was making ready for bed, when a telephone summons brought him back to his lower hallway.
"Hello!" came the Master's hail, over the wire.

"Chief, has there been any alarm sent out for--for a missing baby ?" "Baby ?" echoed the Chief.

"No.

Have you lost one ?" "No.

I've found one.