Helen Lampert had first told him he was her son.
"She told me," he answered conclusively.
Beman's manner changed to one of indecision such as Peewee never had seen in him before. He seemed about to speak and then quite as obviously changed his mind. Peewee admired Beman without having any confidence in him; the comprehension of one another which existed between them did not encourage trust on the part of either.
He did not know definitely why, after leaving the room and going part way down the hall, he turned around and came back noiselessly to look in at the door and see what the old man was doing.
Beman was standing by the table and had taken up the affidavit and was looking it through carefully and with an appearance of perplexity as though it was something which he found it hard to understand. He shook his big head; finally he locked the paper solicitously in the table drawer. Was it possible Beman himself believed the affidavit? His consideration
