"What!" he cried, while the Bishop ejaculated:
"Impossible!"
"But it was," she insisted. "He went to get the coffee for me."
"Were you in the station, too?" demanded his Lordship.
"No, I was out in a potato-patch."
"You a member of that party of political criminals who jumped off the train!" cried the Bishop. "I heard all about it the next morning, but I can't believe—"
"It's quite true," she assured him.
"But it's too remarkable," he went on. "I'd gone to America on purpose to find my son, of whom I'd heard nothing for a year. And you say he was there, and—er—touched me?"
"Why, didn't you see him in Montreal?" asked Marchmont.
"I sailed next day for England. I was on my way to the steamer when the accident occurred which detained me overnight."