“Where did you see the man you believed to be your father?” he asked.
“At the office of the Scotia Life Insurance Company, in this city.”
“When?”
“Wednesday of last week.”
“And this is Thursday. That was eight days ago?”
“Yes.”
“Why so much delay in beginning your search for the man?”
“It was hard for me to make up my mind to stamp my doubts of the honor of the man I love with the brand of investigation. It was only when I realized that he was on his way to claim my hand in marriage that I decided to have that doubt removed when he stood before me again.”
“Did you speak to this man whom you thought was your father?”
“No. He got away before the opportunity offered, or rather before I recovered from the shock of my surprise. When I saw him he was some distance away, and just about to go out upon the street. By the time I had turned back to follow him, he had disappeared among the crowd outside.”