“The chaplain of your own jail.”
“But he is my enemy, sir, my personal enemy.”
“Don't distress yourself. No public man is safe from detraction. We hear an excellent account of you from every quarter but this one. My visit will probably turn to your advantage.”
Hawes brightened.
“Is there any room in which I could conduct this inquiry?”
“Will you be pleased to come to the justices' room?”
“Yes. Let us go there at once. Gentlemen, you shall be present if you choose.”
“It is right you should know the chaplain is cracked,” said Mr. Williams.
“I should not wonder. Pray,” inquired Mr. Lacy, “who was that bilious-looking character near the gate when I came in?”
“Why, that was the chaplain.”