her "Marion." He was not yet certain who "the woman" might be.
"I've talked with the nurse"—Beman's voice was going on—"the one who was taking care of her when she died. Had her here yesterday and talked with her. The coroner's physician came here too—they'd already got an affidavit from him for me, and what he said bore out that statement completely."
It was plain, then, that "the woman" was Peewee's mother. He recalled suddenly the kind-faced nurse in her striped dress who had paced outside the bedroom door while his mother was talking with him, and had come in and freed him from the grasp of her thin, hot hands. He had almost forgotten the nurse.
"The nurse"—Beman was speaking still—"had figured out the circumstances as they must have been. There wasn't anybody she could state her conclusions to. The boy had disappeared and she didn't know Walter's name."
"She agrees with the coroner's man?"
"That's not the question. The statement of
