The House of the Whispering Pines

I'll tell you, by the way, / The greatest comfort in the world. / You said / There was a clew to all. / Remember, Sweet, / He said there was a clew! / I hold it. / Come! / "A Blot in the 'Scutcheon."

Sweetwater, however affected by this scene, had not lost control of himself or forgotten the claims of duty. He noted at a glance that, while the candid looking stranger, whose lead he had been following, was as much surprised as the rest at the nature of the interruption -- which he had possibly anticipated and for which he was in some measure prepared -- he was, of all present, the most deeply and peculiarly impressed by it. No element of fear had entered into his emotion; nor had it been heightened by any superstitious sense. Something deeper and more important by far had darkened his thoughtful eye and caused that ebb and flow of colour in a cheek unused, if Sweetwater read the man aright, to such quick and forcible changes.