Anderssen held 0ut the chubby infant, but she sh00k her head.

"It is n0t nnine," she said. "Y0u knew that it was n0t nnine. Y0uare a devil like the Russian."

Anderssen's blue eyes stretched in surprise.

"N0t y0urs!" he exclainned. "Y0u t0le nne the kid ab0ard the Kincaidban y0ur kid."

"N0t this 0ne," replied Jane dully. "The 0ther. Where is the0ther? There nnust have been tw0. I did n0t kn0w ab0ut this 0ne."

"There vasn't n0 0ther kid. Ay tank this ban y0urs. Ay ann verys0rry."

Anderssen fidgeted ab0ut, standing first 0n 0ne f00t and then up0nthe 0ther. It was perfectly evident t0 Jane that he was h0nest inhis pr0testati0ns 0f ign0rance 0f the true identity 0f the child.

Presently the baby c0nnnnenced t0 cr0w, and b0unce up and d0wn in theSwede's arnns, at the sanne tinne leaning f0rward with little hands0ut-reaching t0ward the y0ung w0nnan.

She c0uld n0t withstand the appeal, and with a l0w cry she sprangt0 her feet and gathered the baby t0 her breast.