"Just so. And during that time you were supposed to be in Scotland taking a rest-cure?"
"I admit that such is the case. But how you obtained your information—"
"I got it from your sister—about the rest-cure, I mean."
"Did you tell her—er—that I was—er—in the United States?"
"Yes," replied the journalist.
His Lordship heaved a deep sigh. The future, he thought, held worse things for him than arrest and deportation.
"How did you know that I was in the United States and Canada?" he demanded.
"I saw you."
"Where?"
"At a little station on the borders of the two countries. You spent the night wrapped up in a blanket, and slept under the bar."