Chapter Fourteen
She Never Had a Child
The peculiar understanding of one another which existed between the hard old operator and the boy made Peewee appreciate that Beman was anxious. The old man sat silent, watching the clock. When the long hand had traveled nearly all its way round, his great head with its shock of snow-white hair sunk toward his chest as if in disappointment. He straightened suddenly and listened as the doorbell rang. A servant appeared in the door and Beman nodded to him with relief. The servant retired, and Peewee stiffened as the big form of his grandfather appeared in the doorway. The man who followed Lampert was small, dapper, completely bald, with a crafty, hawk-like face. He was, Peewee understood, the lawyer.
Did Beman intend Peewee to remain? He
