It was equally certain that they were well known to the foot man, whom the Captain had declared to be a spy, as the coat and cap which his master used in traveling.

Had Mr.Bowmore discovered (since the afternoon) that he was really in danger?
Had the necessities of instant flight only allowed him time enough to snatch his coat and cap out of the hall?
And had the treacherous manservant seen him as he was making his escape to the post-chaise?
The cook's conclusions answered all these questions in the affirmative--and, if Captain Bervie's words of warning had been correctly reported, the cook's conclusion for once was not to be despised.
Under this last trial of her fortitude, Mrs.Bowmore's feeble reserves of endurance completely gave way.

The poor lady turned faint and giddy.
Amelia placed her on a chair in the hall, and told the cook to open the front door, and let in the fresh air.
The cook obeyed; and instantly broke out with a second terrific scream; announcing nothing less, this time, than the appearance of Mr.Bowmore himself, alive and hearty, returning with Percy from the meeting at the Club! The inevitable inquiries and explanations followed.
Fully assured, as he had declared himself to be, of the sanctity of his person (politically speaking), Mr.Bowmore turned pale, nevertheless, when he looked at the unoccupied peg on his clothes stand.

Had some man unknown personated him?
And had a post-chaise been hired to lead an impending pursuit of him in the wrong direction?
What did it mean?
Who was the friend to whose services he was indebted?
As for the proceedings of the man-servant, but one interpretation could now be placed on them.
They distinctly justified what Captain Bervie had said of him.

Mr.
Bowmore thought of the Captain's other assertion, relating to the urgent necessity for making his escape; and looked at Percy in silent dismay; and turned paler than ever.
Percy's thoughts, diverted for the moment only from the lady of his love, returned to her with renewed fidelity.