"that ain't good enough to go by, but the index and the middle finger are plain."
The clock ticked on again interminably. The man looked up at Mrs. Markyn and she leaned eagerly toward him.
"They're the same," he said decisively.
Peewee heard Jeffrey's voice: "My God! think of the strangeness of the thing! That woman, crazed with drugs or with desire to revenge herself on Walter, picked the boy up upon the street because of his likeness to Walter and sends him to us, and he proves to be Edith's baby! No wonder they say God moves in a mysterious way!"
"What's stranger"—this was Walter—"is the attraction Edith has had for him. The boy has shown feeling toward her and toward nobody else."
"That's not necessarily strange." Beman was speaking. "He had been with his mother until he was almost two years old. It's unquestionable that some unconscious memory of her must have been left in him. He didn't know, of course, why she attracted him like that."
