closed up, but he recollected that he had told Beman that he did not know his father.
"Come in, Markyn," Beman invited.
Markyn stood looking from the door and not yet seeing Peewee.
"I'd like to know why you sent for me," he began.
When he had got as far as this, he suddenly perceived Peewee. His gaze quickened with surprise, then inquiry. His lips set to a straight line; he whitened and then flushed suddenly and angrily.
"Got a little guest here," Beman explained. "Name H. Seabury." He did not smile; his mouth and eyes had an unpleasant expression.
"Come here, boy," he directed. Peewee in spite of his determination to refuse, went to him.
"This is Mr. Walter Markyn," Beman observed. He was watching Markyn, not Peewee. "Shake hands with him."
Peewee, keeping carefully in mind that he had told Beman that he did not know his father, put out his hand. Walter Markyn turned pale and did not take it.
