The Mystery of the Old Woman

The woman's wrinkled face broke into a grin. My walking stick. I must have dropped this the day we met. Well, when I discovered you left it here, I raced out to the town square to find you. But I couldn't. Nobody had seen you. Nobody at all. It was like you'd vanished. So I just gave up and anyway, I'm glad I can return it now. And I appreciate it. Congratulations, Isa. Success couldn't come to a more deserving soul. With that, the woman grasped her knurled walking stick, flashed Isa a toothy smile and shuffled out the door. After she left, Isa had a sudden thought.