"He took him to the Cottage Grove Avenue station."
"What date?" Beman suggested.
"January 17, 1915. He was held at the station until the nineteenth, expecting somebody would claim him. They most always do with lost kids. He couldn't tell his name or where he lived, and there weren't any marks on his clothing. That's right?"
"That's right, the policeman assented.
"On the nineteenth, nobody claiming him, he was turned over to the Juvenile Court. The court judged him to be two, or maybe a little under two years old, and he was assigned temporarily to St. Anthony's Orphan Asylum, expecting someone related to him would turn up. Nobody did, and a year later he was brought in court again on the ground that for the records of the asylum he ought to have a name. The court gave him the name H. Seabury—no record of what is stood for by 'H'."
"Do you remember that?" Beman asked of Peewee.
"No, sir," Peewee said.
