"I was told so."
"Who does that lawyer represent?"
"Hang it all, Hiram!" exclaimed the other, "I have been in a reform school. Back East. I ran away. I never had any bringing up—much. Only for a couple of years I lived with nice people. Then I got into trouble and was arrested. I stayed in the reform school some time."
"This must have happened a good while ago," guessed Hiram shrewdly.
"I was only nineteen when I ran away from the institution."
"The authorities cannot be searching for you through that lawyer," declared Hiram. "It must be for something else you are wanted."
"I—I never thought of that," murmured his friend.
"Who were your people?"
"I don't know. First I remember I was in an orphanage."
"Just like Sister."