a kind-appearing man. Suppose, he showed him the card and said to him, "She says I am your son." Wouldn't he then live in that house, have plenty to eat, wear good clothes, and ride in motor cars? They might even let him drive the motor.
The windows of a number of rooms were lighted and the shades were up, but he could see no one in the rooms. At the rear of the house there was a gate on the iron fence and beyond that a paved court and other windows with lights. While he looked, one of these lights winked out and a man crossed the court and entered the house at a basement door.
The circumstance interested Peewee by its demonstration that this door was not locked. He went and tried the gate and found that he could get in. He crossed the court and pushed gently at the door. It opened, showing a dimly lighted, vacant hall. He went in and let the door close noiselessly behind him. Voices and laughter came to him from a room at the further end of the hall, and he moved cautiously forward until he could look in. There were several
