“God saved him, Charles; it was therefore good that he did not die.”
“For us?”
“I cannot fathom the ways of the Lord. I tell you, my beloved Charles, beware of Roland; Roland is close by.”
Charles smiled incredulously.
“I tell you that he is not only near here, but he has been seen.”
“He has been seen! Where? Who saw him?”
“Who saw him?”
“Yes.”
“Charlotte, my maid, the jailer’s daughter. She asked permission to visit her parents yesterday, Sunday; you were coming, so I told her she could stay till this morning.”
“Well?”