“Yes. One was here a while ago.”
“Was it anyone that had been here before?” he asked.
“No, this was a different one. He came in about nine o’clock when the children were in bed, and Lucy and I sitting here. He seemed nice at first, and then he began to ask me about the deed. He said you had sent him.”
“Me, mother? I never sent anyone.”
“Well, that’s what he said. He wanted me to sign an agreement to sell the property.”
“I hope you didn’t sign, mother.”
“No, I didn’t, Larry, and when I refused the man was very angry. He tried to hide his feelings, but I could see he was mad. Then he wanted to look at the deed, but I remembered what you had said, and I would not show it to him. Pretty soon he went away, but I was very much frightened.”
“What sort of a looking man was he?”
“Rather short, and dark-complexioned. He had a little black mustache which he kept pulling at all the time, and there was a scar under his left eye.”
Larry started as he heard these details. He began to see who the man was.