It was something in the bearing of the little lady standing behind him.
"Pleased to meet you, ma'am.

I hope you are well," he said, bowing elaborately before her.
"Thank you very much, I am quite well.

I have heard a great deal about you, Mr.Sleighter.I am glad to meet you." Mr.Sleighter held her hand a moment while her eyes rested quietly and kindly, if searchingly, upon his face.

This was the man who had profited by her husband's loss.

Was he too a highway robber?
Mr.Sleighter somehow felt as if his soul were being exposed to a searchlight.