"You never—!" broke in Miss Arminster.
The Bishop nodded mournfully. So far the facts were against him, and his interlocutor's face shone with a gleam of triumph.
"But in that case—" exclaimed Violet.
"Excuse me, I'll tell the story," said Marchmont, and continued the narration.
"You were roused about five in the morning by a man breaking into the room."
"So I was," admitted the Bishop. "How did you know?"
"I was asleep in the room overhead, and gave the alarm."
"That's perfectly correct," acquiesced his Lordship. "I remember the tones of your voice. It's most astounding."
"And the man who broke into the bar," continued Violet, "was your son."
It was now Marchmont's turn to be astonished.