Mr. Fulton doesn't know of any such relative. And I don't believe he is
a relative. He didn't sit with the rest of the family in the church."
"Ah! you saw him in the church."
"Yes. I noticed him for two reasons. First, because he occupied an end
seat and so came directly under my eye in our passage down the aisle.
Secondly, because his face of all those which confronted me when I looked
for the cause of her sudden agitation, was the only one not turned
towards her in curiosity or interest. His eyes were fixed and vacant; his
only. That made him conspicuous and when I saw him again I knew him."
"Describe the man."
Mr. Ransom's face lightened up with an expression of strong satisfaction.
"I am going to astonish you," said he. "The fellow is so plain that
children must cry at him. He has suffered some injury and his mouth and
jaw have such a twist in them that the whole face is thrown out of shape.
So you see," continued the unhappy bridegroom, as his eyes flashed from
the detective's face to that of the manager's, "that the influence he
exerts over my wife is not that of love. No one could love _him_. The
secret's of another kind. What kind, what, what, what? Find out and I'll
pay you any amount you ask. She is too dear and of too sensitive a
temperament to be subject to a wretch of his appearance.
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