The house door was shut, I could find no sign of any bell. I knocked. No one answered. I tried the door. It was not fastened and we entered a dirty hallway, cold and damp and smelling repulsively. A fat woman stuck her head out of a door and jabbered at us in an unknown tongue. A man with a fez on his greasy black hair came from the back of the hallway and was equally unintelligible. “Does nobody here speak English?” I asked. The answer was as incomprehensible as before. I made to go up the stairs. The man, and the woman, who was now standing before her door, both chattered at once, but neither made any attempt to stop me. They waved vaguely explanatory, deprecating hands towards the blackness of the stairway. We went up. On the second floor landing we saw just the old man we had been following. He stared at us when I spoke to him. “Son-in-law,” he said, “son-in-law.” He called and a door opened. An oldish woman answered him in apparently the same jargon. Behind was a young woman holding a baby. “What is it?” she asked with a great deal of accent but intelligibly. Three or four children held on by her skirts. Behind her I saw a little girl in a blue-check dress. Helen screamed. IV The people turned out to be refugees from the settlement about the sacked German Mission at Dehkhargan near Tabriz, Christianized Persians, such stupid villagers that they had never thought or had been incapable of reporting their find to the police, so ignorant that they knew nothing of rewards or advertisements, such simple-hearted folk that they had shared their narrow quarters and scanty fare with the unknown waif their grandfather had found wandering alone, after dark, months before. Amy, when we had leisure to ask questions and hear her experiences, declared they had treated her as they treated their own children. She could give no description of her kidnappers except that the woman had on a hat with roses in it and the man had a little yellow mustache. She could not tell how long they had kept her nor why they had left her to wander in the streets at night. It needed no common language, far less any legal proof, to convince Amy’s hosts that she belonged to us. I had a pocket full of Christmas money, new five and ten dollar gold pieces and bright silver quarters for the servants and children. I filled the old grandfather’s hands and plainly overwhelmed him. They all jabbered at us, blessings, if I judged the tone right. I tried to tell the young woman we should see them again in a day or two and I gave her a card to make sure. I told the cabman to stop the first taxicab he should see empty. In the hansom we hugged Amy alternately and hugged each other. Once in the taxicab we were home in half an hour; more, much more than half an hour late. Helen whisked Amy in by the servants’ door and flew upstairs with her by the back way. I faced a perturbed and anxious parlorful of interrogative relatives and in-laws.