If you wish to follow up the matter--wish to get possession of your daughter's child--you have the opportunity; if not, our interview ends, of course;" and she made a feint, as if going to rise.
"Is it the child a woman named Pinky Swett stole away from Briar street on Christmas day ?" asked Mr.Dinneford, speaking from a thought that flashed into his mind, and so without premeditation.

He fixed his eyes intently on Mrs.Bray's face, and saw by its quick changes and blank surprise that he had put the right question.

Before she could recover herself and reply, he added, "And you are, doubtless, this same Pinky Swett." The half smile, half sneer, that curved the woman's lips, told Mr.
Dinneford that he was mistaken.
"No, sir," was returned, with regained coolness.

"I am not 'this same Pinky Swett.' You are out there." "But you know her ?" "I don't know anything just now, sir," answered the woman, with a chill in her tones.

She closed her lips tightly, and shrunk back in her chair.
"What, then, are your here for ?" asked Mr.Dinneford, showing considerable sternness of manner.
"I thought you understood," returned the woman.