“Well, yes. There was certainly something of that kind in his demeanor.”
“He was looking for his master.”
“That may be.”
“And he found him. That is where Rover, the dog, was shrewder than you, the friend.”
“Found him? How? Where?”
“Listen. I’ll tell you.”
Then Nick described the scene at the hotel when Rover surprised the landlord, and aggravated the newly arrived son.
“Good heavens, man! What is this you are telling me?”
“That the dog could not be deceived. He knew the corpse in the coffin was not the remains of his master as well as he knew the pretended son was Mackenzie himself, without white whiskers, without white hair, without dye on the upper part of the face.”
Abbott sank back into his chair, speechless with amazement.