At this point Amos looked over toward Molly and added, with a faint smile, “I know just what your father is thinking. He is regretting that an otherwise healthy young man should develop such lamentable symptoms.” “Not at all,” said Mr. Cabot. “It is very interesting. Go on.” She felt annoyed by her father’s calmness. Here was the most extraordinary, the most marvellous thing she had ever encountered, and yet he behaved as if it were a commonplace experience of every-day life. And he must know that Amos was telling the truth! But Amos himself showed no signs of annoyance. “As I grew older and discovered gradually that none of my friends had this faculty, and that people looked upon it as something uncanny and supernatural, I learned to keep it to myself. I became almost ashamed of the peculiarity and tried by disuse to outgrow it, but such a power is too useful a thing to ignore altogether, and there are times when the temptation is hard to resist. That was the case this afternoon. I expected a friend who was to telegraph me if unable to come, and at half-past two no message had arrived: but being familiar with the customs of the Daleford office I knew there might be a dozen telegrams and I get none the wiser. So, not wishing to drive twelve miles for nothing in such a storm, I yielded to the old temptation and put myself ahead--in spirit of course--and saw the train as it arrived. You can imagine my surprise when the first person to get off was Miss Molly Cabot.” Her eyes were glowing with excitement. Repressing an exclamation of wonder, she turned toward her father and was astonished, and gently indignant, to find him in the placid enjoyment of his cigar, showing no surprise. Then she asked of Amos, almost in a whisper, for her throat seemed very dry, “What time was it when you saw this?” “About half-past two.” “And the train got in at four.” “Yes, about four.” “You saw what occurred on the platform as if you were there in person?” Mr. Cabot inquired. “Yes, sir. The conductor helped her out and she started to run into the station to get out of the rain.” “Yes, yes!” from Molly. “But the wind twisted you about and blew you against him. And you both stuck there for a second.” She laughed nervously: “Yes, that is just what happened!” “But I am surprised, Amos,” put in Mr. Cabot, “that you should have had so little sympathy for a tempest-tossed lady as to fail to observe there was no carriage.” “I took it for granted you had sent for her.” “But you saw there was none at the station.” “There might have been several and I not see them.” “Then your vision was limited to a certain spot?” “Yes, sir, in a way, for I could only see as if I were there in person, and I did not move around to the other side of the station.” “Didn’t you take notice as you approached?”