CHAPTER XXIX.
_ABOUT_ the same hour that Edith entered the boys' ward of the children's hospital, Mr.Dinneford met Granger face to face in the street.

The latter tried to pass him, but Mr.Dinneford stopped, and taking his almost reluctant hand, said, as he grasped it tightly, "George Granger!" in a voice that had in it a kind of helpless cry.
The young man did not answer, but stood looking at him in a surprised, uncertain way.
"George," said Mr.Dinneford, his utterance broken, "we want you!" "For what ?" asked Granger, whose hand still lay in that of Mr.
Dinneford.

He had tried to withdraw it at first, but now let it remain.
"To help us find your child." "My child! What of my child ?" "Your child and Edith's," said Mr.Dinneford.

"Come!" and he drew his arm within that of Granger, the two men moving away together.

"It has been lost since the day of its birth--cast adrift through the same malign influence that cursed your life and Edith's.