Throngs of individuals could be seen parading in and out of the front doors of Mrs. Marshall’s grocery store as Mr. Sillow approached the busy shop, forcing him to have to find an alternative entrance into the building. With no doors located on either side of the store, his only other option was to enter through the back of the establishment. Since pathways lined all four sides of the store, Mr. Sillow parked the carriage as close as he could to the back door so that he could quickly slip in and out of the building without being spotted by persons who happened to be passing by. Paying no mind to the sign on the door which read “No unauthorized personnel beyond this point.” he defiantly barged into the store as if he were an employee there and immediately began scanning over the signs on the administrative office doors to find out which door Mrs. Marshall was behind. Once he had spotted the room he was in search of, he rudely entered without knocking and quietly closed and locked the door behind him. Upon seeing the high-profile intruder, Mrs. Marshall froze in place behind her desk while Mr. Sillow remained near the door insisting that he came in peace and at the same time tried to explain to her that everything being said about him for the past several months were purely rumors. His words obviously weren’t registering with the scared-stiff woman. For the few minutes that he had been inside of the room, Mrs. Marshall hadn’t once blinked her eyes. Additionally, her pupils had dilated to a rather abnormal size and her mouth hung ajar. Concerned that she had possibly been stricken with a fatal heart attack, Mr. Sillow’s bid to convince her that his visit was in good nature ceased as he began to express concern for her well-being. “Mrs. Marshall, are you alright?” he asked worriedly as he slowly began inching his way over to her. She remained both silent and motionless. But after making it halfway across the room, it became evident that she was far from alright. With Mr. Sillow being too close for comfort, Mrs. Marshall’s pupils widened a tenth of an inch more, she grew pale in complexion, and her body began to shake violently. She was still alive after all. She then began making murmurs that eventually escalated into full-fledged screams for help, sending the man who was so concerned about her well-being a minute ago into a rage. Mr. Sillow bolted over to her, covered her mouth with his large hand, and warned her to calm down immediately or suffer the consequence of her neck being wringed. Mrs. Marshall fearfully looked up into the alleged murderer’s cold eyes as her bosom expanded and contracted rapidly with each terrifying breath she took and signaled that she understood him clearly with a few swift nods of the head. But Mr. Sillow wasn’t so quick to believe her. He kept his hand draped over her mouth until her breathing had returned to a normal rhythm. “Now, I’m going to let you go,” he said to her after he had felt her trembling stop, “but don’t you make a sound unless you’re answering one of my questions. Gat it?” Again Mrs. Marshall concurred with a nod.
Mr. Sillow was now in full control of the situation as he sat on the edge of Mrs. Marshall’s mahogany wood desk with his arms folded and his legs crossed. He stared straight ahead at the wall in front of him without saying a word to her. He wanted to be sure that she had regained her full composure before questioning her to increase his odds of receiving clear and succinct answers. But his odd behavior only made her more nervous.
“I know you’re probably wondering why I’m here,” he finally mentioned after he saw her begin to tremble again from the corner of his eye.
“I am very curious,” she replied in a low, shaky voice, followed by a sniffle. She was crying.
“Oh, for goodness sakes, cut it out, Mrs. Marshall. You seemed to be so tough when I met you for the first time several months ago. It’s not like I’m going to kill you or anything,” he said with a sinister look upon his face. “That is, unless you don’t give me what I’ve come here for.”
Mrs. Marshall let out an inadvertent shriek before quickly covering her own mouth with both of her hands as she instantly remembered her uninvited guest’s stern previous warnings.
“Now, let’s get down to business,” Mr. Sillow continued while leaning in closer to his shivering hostage. “Is there anything you would like to tell me about Boston?”