“Yes,” nodded Marvyn. “Depends on the religion.”
“Through soon?” and Siegel glanced at his watch. “I want a bath.”
“A few minutes. By the way, Denver, to make the thing regular—I thought I’d better ask Hoskyns, the Embassy chaplain, to come along.”
“Thank you, I hadn’t thought of that,” I said.
“Will you come to the chapel, monsieur?” asked a warder entering at that moment.
He led us through the corridors to the dimly-lighted gloomy chapel where Helga in charge of a female warder was waiting near the chaplain.
“Odd looking Joshua,” murmured Siegel, glancing at the priest’s quaint robes.
Marvyn, who did things with official decorum, took no notice and when we reached the altar rails Siegel and Helga shook hands and he said something which made her smile. Then I introduced Marvyn who was obviously struck by her beauty.
“She’s very lovely,” he whispered to me as we took our places.
“Yes, she’ll make ’em hustle around in New York,” added Siegel who overheard him.