CHAPTER IIIInfant Sleight-of-Hand
Yes, I think Moneybags was getting ready to strangle me when Billie arrived, at last. She’s a trim, pert little trick with long, glossy dark curls and an oval face and everything that goes with it. The minute I saw her come in, I bounced like mad, waved my arms, and yelled.
Billie looked surprised, but she didn’t ask any questions. Moneybags watched her come toward us.
“Is this your child, Madame?” he asked.
“Maa-maa!” I bawled, when Billie hesitated. I could see she was wondering what this was all about. My throat got dry. I couldn’t swallow till Billie finally nodded and grabbed me. She stared around, searching, I knew, for me, but Sergeant Cassidy was wearing mufti just then—if you can call knitted wraps and stuff mufti.
I didn’t dare say anything,
