He noticed above the stalls a picture of the Virgin.

He was a Protestant, but when he saw it he crossed himself devoutly.

Was not her church giving him shelter and refuge from his enemies?
He also passed the Altar of the Kings, beneath which now lie the heads of great Mexicans who secured the independence of their country from Spain.

He looked a little at these before he entered the chapel of his choice.
It was a small room, lighted scarcely at all by a narrow window, and it contained a few straight wooden pews one of which had been turned about facing the wall.

He lay down in his pew, and, even in daylight, he would have been hidden from anyone a yard away.