 What does Brother Partridge think after William shares his life story?
For punishment, he locked me in a windowless room and told me to sit still until he came back. My mother and father must have been glad when I was sent away to reform school after my thirteenth birthday party, the one If you believe any of this at all, you'll see why it couldn't be me who did the stealing. It was two or three years later that I skulked into Brother Partridge's mission on Durbin Street. Partridge was supposed to think I was just a bum. Partridge didn't seem to notice me, but I knew that was an act. "Brothers, this being Thanksgiving, I pray the good Lord that we all are truly thankful for all that we have received. "Brothers," Partridge went on after enjoying the interruption with a beaming smile, "you shall all be entitled to a bowl of turkey soup prepared by Sister Partridge, a generous supply of sweet rolls and dinner rolls contributed by the Early Morning Bakery of this city, and all the coffee you can drink. Even Partridge made his way down from the auctioneer's stand like a vulture with a busted wing and darted through his private door. While keeping a lookout for Partridge and somebody stepping out of the kitchen for a pull on a bottle, I spotted the clock for the first time, a Western Union clock high up at the back of the hall. "This," Brother Partridge said, "is one of the most profound experiences of my life." My head hinged until it lined my eyes up with Brother Partridge.
 He believes William is being punished for his former sins
 He believes William is being punished for his former sins  He believes William is a criminal  He believes William is going to murder him  He believes William is the second coming