"The business is not private, in one sense.
These men have come to charge you with having broken into the cathedral at Quebec and stolen the gold vessels of the altar; also with having tried to blow up the Governor's residence." One of the constables handed Charley the warrant.

He looked at it with a curious smile.

It was so natural, yet so unnatural, to be thus in touch with the habits of far-off times.
"On what information is this warrant issued ?" he asked.
"That is for the law to show in due course," said the priest.
"Pardon me; it is for the law to show now.

I have a right to know." The constables shifted from one foot to the other, looked at each other meaningly, and instinctively felt their weapons.
"I believe," said the Seigneur evenly, "that--" The Abbe interrupted.
"He can have information at his trial." "Excuse me, but the warrant has my endorsement," said the Seigneur, "and, as the justice most concerned, I shall give proper information to the gentleman under suspicion." He waved a hand at the Abbe, as at a fractious child, and turned courteously to Charley.
"Monsieur," he said, "on the tenth of August last the cathedral at Quebec was broken into, and the gold altar-vessels were stolen.

You are suspected.