But she couldn’t go with him with this infant on her hands. And Embankment was only two stops away.

But Polly’d said some of the lines had been hit. What if she couldn’t get back? She couldn’t risk it. She’d have to find someone here to take the baby. She surveyed the platform, looking for a motherly type.

There was one, bathing a baby in a dishpan. “Shh, sweetheart, don’t cry,” Eileen said, stepping carefully between people’s shoes and their stretched-out stocking feet to get to her.

“I was wondering if you could help me,” she said to the woman, who was wringing out a washcloth. “I’m trying to find this baby’s mother.”

“I’m not it,” the woman said, and began washing her baby’s face.

It didn’t like it. It began to cry, and so did Eileen’s baby. “I know,” Eileen shouted over the din. “I was wondering if you could watch the baby since you have one of your own.”

“I’ve six of my own,” the woman said, grabbing a bar of soap and rubbing it vigorously over her baby’s hair. It screamed even louder. “I can’t take on another. You’ll have to find someone else.”

But everyone Eileen asked refused to help. Maybe I should just wait till no one’s looking, she thought, and set the baby down in the middle of them and walk off. They won’t even notice it’s not one of theirs. And even if they did, they’d surely take care of it when they realized it didn’t belong to anyone.

And if they didn’t, and the baby toddled out to the edge of the platform and fell onto the tracks?

I’m going to have to take it to Embankment after all, Eileen thought, and went out to the platform.

It was even more jammed than the others. She stepped gingerly around picnic hampers and over a game of Parchesi. “You! Watch where you’re going!” someone called, but they weren’t speaking to her. They were shouting at two of the urchins who’d accosted her before.

They dashed up to her, just missing the Parchesi game. Eileen instinctively tightened her grip on her handbag. “You said you was named Eileen,” the boy said. “Eileen wot?”

“Why?” Eileen said eagerly. “Is someone looking for me? A tall man with a limp?”

The boy shook his head.

“Is it the baby’s mother?” she asked, though it couldn’t be. The fireman had indicated that she was dead.

“I told you she pinched it,” the girl said to the boy.

“Eileen wot?” he repeated doggedly.

“O’Reilly,” she said. “Who asked what my name was?” but they were already tearing back down the platform at breakneck speed, vaulting over shelterers and darting between passengers who were getting off the train that had just pulled in.

“Mind the gap,” the guard called, standing inside the door of the train.

The train guard. She wouldn’t have to take the baby to Embankment after all. She could give it to the guard, and he could take it to the WVS post. If she could get to him.