“Does he drink?”
“I daren’t tell you.”
“Does he send you out very often to beg?”
“He sends me out when he’s—when he’s—but I daren’t tell you. He would whip me most to death.”
“Where do you live?”
“Over there.”
And the little girl pointed to a long row of rear tenements, the very worst-looking in the neighborhood.
“And what is daddy’s name?”
“His real name is James MacHenry, but the folks around here all call him Crazy Jim,” she answered.
Jerry started back in surprise. Crazy Jim was the tramp who had been seen walking off with his packet of documents!