of it, which seemed to indicate this, amazed Peewee.
Peewee had intended to leave the house at the first opportunity and go back to the streets. Now, as he went slowly up the stairs toward the room which they called his, he was not so certain he would do that. It was clear that if Beman believed the affidavit, there was nothing he could tell Mrs. Markyn.
Beman on the next day received several visitors. Peewee was not able to catch sight of all these people, and those whom he did see he did not recognize. Some other person was admitted on the afternoon of the second day. Peewee had not seen this person admitted, but in passing through the upper hall he heard voices. One of these was Beman's voice; the other, he was almost certain, was that of Jeffrey Markyn Third, his uncle. Peewee went excitedly part way down the stairs to listen. He had learned that the men of the Markyn family came to Beman's very seldom. It was almost certain, therefore, that if the man in the library was Jeffrey Markyn, Mrs. Walter Markyn was the
