"Aye, we have made an end to Red Death and Black Death," I answered.
"And I slew the two who ran," added Ta-wan-ne-ars, touching two scalps whose clustered feathers protruded from his belt.
"A clean sweep," I said. "There will be none to carry the tale to La Vierge du Bois."
"That is ever the criminal's belief," interrupted a voice in French.
We spun round in amazement to face a gaunt figure in the black habit of the Jesuits.
"Black Robe!" exclaimed Peter.
Ta-wan-ne-ars glowered at the priest.
"What do you do here, Père Hyacinthe?" I asked in French.
"What is that to you?" he snapped. "I go about my Father's business; that is sufficient for the bloody-minded to know."
"If you will look at me closer, father, you will recognize my face," I answered. "Surely one has the right of vengeance upon those who would torture one."