It was a fact. There was no child there --
not even moisture on the seat where she had
been sitting.

"Bill," said he, going to the front door and
addressing the driver, "what became of that
little kid in the old cloak?"

"I didn't see no kid," said Bill, crossly.
"For Gawd's sake, close the door, John, and
git that draught off my back."

"Draught!" said John, indignantly, "where's
the draught?"

"You've left the hind door open," growled
Bill, and John saw him shivering as a blast
struck him and ruffled the fur on his bear-skin
coat. But the door was not open, and yet
John had to admit to himself that the car
seemed filled with wind and a strange
coldness.

However, it didn't matter. Nothing mat-
tered! Still, it was as well no doubt to look
under the seats just to make sure no little
crouching figure was there, and so he did.
But there was nothing. In fact, John said to
himself, he seemed to be getting expert in