“What was his first name?”
“I can’t recall. I am not sure that I heard it.”
“Was it Ernest?”
“I cannot speak with any certainty.”
“How old did the boy appear to be?”
“About sixteen.”
“That would have been the age of Dudley Ray’s son,” said Bolton to himself.
“I suppose you didn’t learn where the boy lived?”
“No.”
This was all the information Mr. Windham was able to impart, but Bolton felt that it was possibly of importance. It was the first clue he had been able to obtain.