To the prisoner Pearson said: “Come. I will put you in your cell.”
“I am willing to go—to do anything that you request me to do.”
“Clarence—did I understand you to say that was your name?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Here is your cell. Step in. I will also go in. I want to talk to you. Clarence, do you remember anything about your old home, and your brothers and sisters, and your father and mother?”
“I have no father—he died when I was a small boy, and sisters I have none. I have one brother.”
“What was your father’s name? Of course, I know it was Pearson, but what was his Christian name—or have you forgotten it?”
“I have not forgotten anything about my home. I remember all very well. It seems only yesterday, I have such a vivid recollection of all. My brother’s name was William O. Pearson.”
“What was the O. for?”