"No'm," he said, after an interval.
"It didn't make you think back to anybody else when she told you that she was your mother?"
"No'm."
The woman paused uncertainly, looking about with damp eyes questioningly at the others.
"There's nothing to be accomplished this way," Jeffrey answered to her look. "We're asking the impossible of the boy. A child of two couldn't possibly hold such memories for such a length of time and after experiences such as this boy has gone through."
"That's right," Beman replied to him. "It must be accepted only as a possibility. The dates coincide—the night of January 16 and the morning of the seventeenth. An unclaimed child found that morning on the street has grown in the years between to look exactly like Walter. Anything more definite than that you simply must assume. There were, we know, other babies in the same car. The body of the burned child was unrecognizable. There were
