"God is merciful, ma'm..." he answered vaguely, incapable to answer her question at the moment. He needed to go away and think. And then figure out a way in which she could have known what his father looked like any other way. And list all the reasons why of course his father wasn't the person she had described.

This had shaken him. Physically. He realized he was trembling. It felt bad to walk away. But he was being cheated. Of course it was a trick. "I hope you find your father, ma'm," he said. He hoped it for both their sakes. "I'm afraid I have a house visit to make. If you'll excuse me." And with that he walked away as fast as felt... well, not decent... it didn't. Normal, to the eyes on onlookers then.