Forbes
of Elmhurst, an' the young lady is--"
"Miss DeGraf," said Kenneth, noticing the boy's face critically, as he
stood where the light from the passage fell upon it. "Will you leave us
alone, please, Mr. Markham?"
"Sure-ly, Mr. Forbes. You've got twenty minutes according to
regulations. I'll come and get you then. Sorry we haven't any reception
room in the jail. All visits has to be made in the cells."
Then he deliberately locked Kenneth and Beth in with the forger, and
retreated along the passage.
"Sit down, please," said Gates, in a cheerful and pleasant voice.
"There's a bench here."
"We've come to inquire about your case, Gates," said Kenneth. "It seems
you have forged a check."
"Yes, sir, I plead guilty, although I've been told I ought not to
confess. But the fact is that I forged the check and got the money, and
I'm willing to stand the consequences."
"Why did you do it?" asked Beth.
He was silent and turned his face away.
A fresh, wholesome looking boy, was Tom Gates, with steady gray eyes, an
intelligent forehead, but a sensitive, rather weak mouth. He was of
sturdy, athletic build and dressed neatly in a suit that was of coarse
material but well brushed and cared for.
Beth thought his appearance pleasing and manly.
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