At length the suspense and restraint passed endurance, and I went to the door and shouted for someone. The man who had been with Petrov came in response.
“Who is the priest who gave you your orders?”
“Father Michel.”
“Where does he live?”
“By the side of his church at the end of the long street.”
“How far is it? How long should it take to go there and return?”
“The man should have been back before now. I suppose they have kept him while an answer was written.”
“Who are you?”
“This is my house. I keep the inn next door.”
“Where is my horse?”