CHAPTER X.
THE DEVIL OF SILENCE.
Ralph had reason to fear Small, who was a native of the same village of Lewisburg, and some five years the elder.

Some facts in the doctor's life had come into Ralph's possession in such a way as to confirm life-long suspicion without giving him power to expose Small, who was firmly intrenched in the good graces of the people of the county-seat village of Lewisburg, where he had grown up, and of the little cross-roads village of Clifty, where his "shingle" now hung.
Small was no ordinary villain.

He was a genius.

Your ordinary hypocrite talks cant.

Small talked nothing.