Chapter 32 No.32

I persuaded Brian to tell Father Beckett. I wasn't worthy. But the dear old man came straight to me, transfigured, to make me go with him to his wife, even before he had finished reading the letter.

"You must come," he said-and when Father Beckett says "must," in a certain tone, one does. It's then that the resemblance, more in expression than f