Denys blew out the candle.
"We must keep silence now."
But in the terrible tension of their nerves and very souls they found they could hear a whisper fainter than any man could catch at all outside that door. They could hear each other's heart thump at times.
"Good news!" breathed Denys, listening at the door.
"They are casting lots."
"Pray that it may be the Abbot."
"Yes. Why?"
"If he comes alone I can make sure of him."
"Denys!"
"Ay!"