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“The baby was falling!”

“Gosh!”

“I caught him just as he went over.”

“Gosh, thanks.”

“You weren't holding him right, you dope! The sweet little thing might have been badly hurt!”
It had worked fine.

He had her purse now.



THERE was the fat man across the aisle, though. He might have seen what had happened. It was hard to
tell. The fat man—he was a big fat man, quite different-looking from most fat men, who look short or
round, or at least chunky—closed his eyes again. If he'd seen, he wasn't going to do anything about it.

The swap had been simply managed. It was a swap. The girl's purse was long, black. He had another
purse just like it. They had managed to buy this purse in Chicago before the train left. The girl had simply
put her purse down, on her left side as Brigham Pope had said she would, and he had taken it and made
a substitution. He had put the purse they had bought in its place.

He didn't leave right away.

He wondered if the long, fat man had really seen. If so, why the hell was he keeping quiet? Maybe he
was waiting for the conductor to come by. Or the Military Police.

The girl was telling Brigham Pope the way he was taking care of the baby was a crime. “You weren't
even holding on to him!”

“I dozed off, I guess.”

“You idiot! He could have had a bad fall!” She was a girl who said what she thought. She added, “You
have to watch them every minute, particularly when they're that age!”

“Yeah. This'n jumps around like a flea, never still a minute.”

“How old is she?”

“Eleven months.”

“Eleven! She looks older, the little dear.”

“She's big for her age.”

The girl was looking at the baby the way women look at babies. She chucked its chin. The baby hadn't
bawled, although she'd been a little scared. The baby relaxed and smiled. It had a nice smile. It was a
cute baby.