Presently, the second brother
joined him. Mrs. Schwartz lifted the baby into the car. One of
the men held it while the other took his place at the steering
wheel. The runabout had started upon its orderly fourteen-mile
trip to Paterson, before the panic stricken nurse could give the
alarm.
Mrs. Schwartz then walked toward the village, where her husband
met her. The two proceeded together to the local motion picture
theater. There, they laughed so loudly over the comedy on the
screen that the manager had to warn them to be quieter. At once,
the couple became noisily abusive. And they were ordered
ignominiously from the theater. There could scarcely have been a
better alibi to prove their absence of complicity in the
kidnaping.
Meanwhile, the two brothers continued quietly on their journey
toward Paterson. The baby slept. His bearer had laid him softly
on the floor of the car. A few drops of paregoric, administered
by Mrs. Schwartz as the child awoke for an instant on the way to
the gate, insured sound slumber. The joggling of the car did not
rouse the tiny sleeper; as he lay snugly between the feet of the
man into whose care he had been given.
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