Edgeworth was as surprised as anyone to find a baby on the doorstep of his office. Several thoughts flashed through his mind, among them: Who left this baby here? and Where is everyone else who works in this building? and Do I have to do everything?
It left him feeling frustrated and confused, so as soon as he unlocked his office and placed the baby on a chair, so it wouldn't have to lie on the dirty floor, he called the person who brought most frustration and confusion into his life.
Phoenix answered with a cheerful greeting.
"There is a baby in my office," Edgeworth informed him, before any more nonsense could occur.
There was a moment of awkward silence.
And then, "Did the stork get lost on the way to where it was supposed to go?"
"Don't be ridiculous. What am I meant to do with it?"
"I don't know. Nobody in their right mind would leave me with a baby."
"I should think a father would know what to do with a child!"
Phoenix coughed. "Trucy was eight when she adopted me. It's not like I've ever had to deal with infants."
"Well, that's not helpful at all," Edgeworth said, indignant, then slammed the phone down into its receiver.
The little thing lying on one of Edgeworth's chairs punched its red fists in the air in front of its head and started to make noise. Oh, dear.
He called Franziska for advice but, before he was done explaining his dilemma, she called him a foolishly foolish fool and hung up.
It was while he was calling the police to suggest they might want to detect who misplaced a baby that Blackquill stomped in, his expression dark, and picked up the crying infant, to bounce it about and make it- less loud. Right, good.
"The child needs feeding."
"Yes, I'm sure. You seem to know what to do with it. Would you perhaps feed and care for it in the hallway? And you can meet the detectives out there, too."
Blackquill stomped off. Edgeworth felt rather pleased he'd solved that problem.