"New York some of the time."
"Where were you born?"
"The Bronx."
"What was your father's name?"
"Theodore Whitelaw."
There was again that spark in the eyes, flashing and then dying out. "How did he get that name?"
"Don't know. Just a name. Suppose his mother gave it to him."
"Lots of Theodore Whitelaws. Have come across two or three. Like the Colin Campbells and Howard Smiths you run into everywhere. What did your father do?"
"Never heard. Died when I was a kid." Tom felt entitled to ask a question on his own side. "What do you want to know for?"
The other seemed on his guard. "Oh, nothing! Was just—was just struck by the resemblance to—to my boy."