I had no visitors to my knowledge on this day and the only person who would visit was away in Europe. I quickly threw the minimum of clothes upon my body and ran to the front door immediately. Upon opening the door, a man stood before me in a brown suit with his head lowered and holding a note toward me. His demeanor was an oddity as well as was his hat upon his head. I only saw a glimpse of his face as he seemed to smile toward me then turn away and walk out of view.
I only knew this to be Mr. Edgar from the train, but he was no longer the same man. That is to say that he held the same face, but his skin was dark now as if he had traveled from the southern states only to be here upon my stoop. My mind wished to make sense of this to say that this man had escaped to his freedom and was no
