Baxter

At a few minutes after nine the maid, Edith Baxter, carried down to the stables his supper, which consisted of a dish of curried mutton.

Edith Baxter was within thirty yards of the stables, when a man appeared out of the darkness and called to her to stop.

It isn't the city bakers who are guilty of making underweight loaves or overcharging for them; it's the women baxters.