Again and again, now that he was coming to know her better and better, he had noticed the worn, anxious look on her face, and once before the day of the clock repairing he had seen her when it seemed to him that she had been crying.

He did not mention his observations or inferences to any one, even Captain Sam, but he was sure he was right.

Mrs.
Armstrong was worried and anxious and he did not like the idea.

He wished he might help her, but of course he could not.

Another man, a normal man, one not looked upon by a portion of the community as "town crank," might have been able to help, might have known how to offer his services and perhaps have them accepted, but not he, not Jedidah Edgar Wilfred Winslow.