George Harrison

True to his word, Jim went over to the police station right after breakfast. Mr and Mrs Harrison came with him.
"Ah, Mr Harrison!" It was the nice policeman who had helped Harold a month ago when George had first gone missing, and had seen him at the station many times since then. "We're still looking for something to turn up, I'm afraid...."
Jim stepped in. "What about that band that's running round New York playing music?"
The policeman looked politely puzzled. "Oh, you've heard about that? I don't think it's anything to do with the missing Harrison boy. It's a group of runaways...."
"My son...

For the next few days, the still-unnamed band continued to promote themselves in the same way as they had before. Without worrying about anyone's permission, they played in parks, in stores of various sizes, in restaurants, in the lobby of a movie theatre, in various stations of the New York underground, and once, just outside Madison Square Gardens, dreaming of the day when they would be invited there to play inside.
These mini-concerts were met with varying degrees of success. Often the boys would draw a crowd of admirers, and sometimes the people would even throw them money, which was quite...