“Yep—come now, loosen up and tell us about the kid.”
“There ain't nuthin' ter tell—he's dead,” she cried pathetically.
“He said you deserted the child and left him to starve.”
“He said that?” she growled.
“Yep.”
He was silent again and watched her keenly.
She fumbled her dress and glanced nervously across the table as if afraid to ask more. Unable to wait for him to speak, she cried nervously at last:
“Well—well—what else did he say?”
“That he took the little duffer to New York and raised him.”
“RAISED him?”