XXXII
"Cale, I want to talk with you."
"All right, Marcia. I see you 've had something on your mind, thet 's been worryin' you, since you 've come home; better get it off. Nothin' like lettin' off a little steam when there 's too many pounds pressure on."
"Cale, you are a comfort."
"Am I? Wal, it's 'bout time I was something ter you."
"Cale, have you any idea where my mother fled to when she left her home?"
"No; an' nobody else."
"You said George Jackson could get no trace of her?"
"Tried four months, detectives an' all; 't was n't no use. She was gone."
"But did you have any idea in your own mind, I mean, as to where she might have gone?"