"I couldn't tell the priest any more.

Good night." And she was gone.
He hesitated a moment, then pursued his way to the side door, and so out of the house into the street.

As he passed along the front of the now darkened building, he scanned it with a new interest and a new doubt.
Soon he returned to his old habit of muttering to himself.

"We don't know the half of what has taken place within those walls during the last four weeks," said he.

"But one thing I will solve, and that is where this miserable fellow spent the hours between this dinner they speak of and the time of his return next day.