The drawn shades of parlor windows moved significantly as we passed and, as we turned into the Lower Road, I glanced over my shoulder and saw Sim Eldredge and his clerk and Thoph Newcomb and Alvin Baker on the store platform, staring after us.

As if this audience was not sufficient, and to make the affair complete, we met Captain Dean strutting importantly on his way to the post-office.

He bowed and said "Afternoon," but the look he gave me was significant.

There was surprise in it, and distrust.

I knew I should have to do more explaining at our next meeting.