"Grace Coburn."
"And her parents' names?"
"Thomas and Lucy Coburn."
"And after your birthday was changed from the fifth of March—?"
"It was shifted to September, but not for very long. Later my mother told me I was born on the tenth of May, and we always kept to that."
From the woman there was something like a smothered cry, but the man only took his notes.
"The tenth of May, 1897. Did she ever tell you why she selected that date?"
"No, sir."
"Did she ever say anything about it, about what kind of day it was, or anything at all that you can remember?"
Tom hesitated. The reflection that the wisest course was to make a clean breast of everything impelled him to go on.