"Well, I'm—surprised."
Suddenly he began to chuckle.
"What is it, Jimmy?"
"Why—why, I've just grasped the fact that your father—your father, mind you—is my host. I'm the honored guest. At his house!"
The chuckle swelled into a laugh. The noise attracted McEachern's attention, and, looking in the direction whence it proceeded, he caught sight of Molly.
With a grin of joy, he made for the sofa.
"Well, father, dear?" said Molly nervously.
Mr. McEachern was staring horribly at Jimmy, who had risen to his feet.
"How do you do, Mr. McEachern?"
The ex-policeman continued to stare.