"You don't know where you're going," the lawyer stated.
"No, sir," Peewee agreed.
"Do you want to go there?"
Peewee shook his head.
"All right then; why do you go?" the lawyer asked.
Peewee eyed him in doubt. The lawyer, it was evident, was demanding the explanation which Peewee had wanted to make to his father.
"He was going to tell her," he replied at last.
"He? Who was?"
"Mr. Beman."
"Whom was he going to tell?"
Peewee hesitated. He never spoke of Mrs. Markyn by name and even in his thoughts she was always merely "she."
"His wife," he said.
It was evident that the lawyer did not understand this.
"Beeman hasn't any wife," he said. "What was he going to tell her?"
"About him and me."
The lawyer considered these perplexing pro-
