“Oho, you have positive proof, have you?” sneered Jacob. “S’posin’ you tell me what your proof is.”
“I will, with pleasure. Ben is not in New York.”
“Isn’t in New York, hey? Likely he isn’t. He is probably in Sing Sing.”
“What? Did he escape and go to Canada?”
“No; he is in England.”
Jacob Winter paused as he was raising a cup of tea to his mouth, and stared at his wife with open mouth.
“Say that again,” he ejaculated.
“Ben is in England.”
“How do you know?”