“How can you know that, Rahal?”
“He told me so.”
“Have you seen him?”
“Yes.”
“When?”
“On the afternoon of the eleventh of this month.”
“How?”
“Well, Bishop, I was making the cap I am wearing and I was selecting from some white roses on my lap the ones I thought best. Suddenly Boris stood at my side.”
“You saw him?”
“Yes, Bishop. I saw him plainly, though I do not remember lifting my head.”