seemed to Peewee something between a policeman and a clerk. "Mr. Beman knows I haven't been able to gather much on this," he said. "It's too long ago—six years. The officer here, who was the one that picked up the kid, had forgotten the circumstances, until I showed him the record of the court. I've got a summary of that here."
Peewee stared suspiciously. Was he the kid? "Listen," Beman commanded in his ear.
"He's a tough kid," the man commented, "if you come to that. He's run away from every home they put him in. He run away from the Greenwood Boys' Home, which not many run away from. Before that he run away from the orphan asylum. That's how the court came to send him to the Home."
"Begin at the beginning of the record," Beman said.
"All right." The man referred to a paper. "The officer took the kid up on Cottage Grove Avenue near Thirty-fifth Street," he said. "He remembers that part perfectly."
"That's right," the policeman put in.
