"It is the truth," confirmed Father Rocus.
"You support her statement, sir?" demanded Powers.
"I am ready to swear to it, on my sacred word," replied the padre. "This gentleman upon the couch is Dr. John H. Robinson, a physician of the Louisiana Territory, who was the compagnon du voyage of Lieutenant Pike in the amazing journey of which Señorita Vallois has spoken. It is as I told you before we entered."
Father Rocus spoke with no less force than suavity.
"It begins to look as though a mistake had been made," admitted the captain with obstinate reluctance.
"A mistake, sir, which has come near to costing Dr. Robinson his life," ventured Dr. Cuthbert, snuff-box in hand.
"A mistake which can never be rectified," added Father Rocus.
The stubborn Briton was at last convinced. "I will make such reparation as lies within my power. Dr. Robinson, I offer you my apology for this unfortunate mistake."
I closed my eyes and clung tightly to Alisanda's hand, that I might not fling his apology back in his teeth. I heard the murmur of the padre's voice, followed by the tread of feet and the opening and closing of the door. Then once more Alisanda's arm was about my neck and her fragrant lips were pressed upon my mouth.
"Dearest," she whispered, "they have gone. I alone am here now, to comfort you."