If anyone had known what the plump, jittery Negro girl was after as she made her search through New York, it would have been easy enough to spot her and stop her. She was only 4 ft. 10 in. tall, wore a long, bright green coat, a firehouse red skirt, flat-heeled loafers and white bobby-sox. But she moved along in street crowds for days, as unnoticed as a chip borne on a flood, and pushed into hospital after hospital without a challenge.
Her hunt ended one cold evening in The Bronx. She walked up to the second floor of the city's big,...
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