“Glen Graham.”
“Isn’t it Glen Irving?”
The boy looked doubtfully at his interrogator.
“I don’t know,” he replied slowly. “I guess not.”
“Didn’t you ever hear the name Irving before?”
The boy’s face brightened up suddenly.
“That was my papa’s name,” he said eagerly.
“Now, I want to ask you an important question,” said Miss Ladd impressively. “Try your best to tell us all you can, and don’t tell any of the Grahams you were down here talking to us. We won’t forget you. If they beat you any more come, and tell us if you can get away. We’ll have the police after them. But be sure to keep this to yourself. Now, here’s the question I want you to answer: Did anybody outside of the Graham family ever see them beat you?”
“Sure,” Glen replied quickly. “Byron Scott did. So did Mrs. Pruitt and Guy Davis and Mark Taylor.”
“Where do they live?” was Miss Ladd’s next question.