He must not make a fool of himself before all these people; he must be discreet and say as little as possible.
But there was no great need for caution at present.

The old priest who had spoken to him before stepped a little in advance of the rest, and turning, said in a low sentence or two to the Benedictines; and the group stopped, though one or two still eyed, it seemed, with sympathy, the man who awaited him.

Then the priest came up alone and put his hand on the arm of the chair.
"Come out this way," he whispered.

"There's a path behind, Monsignor, and I've sent orders for the car to be there." The man rose obediently (he could do nothing else), passed down the steps and behind the canopy.

A couple of police stood there in an unfamiliar, but unmistakable uniform, and these drew themselves up and saluted.