“Indeed I have,” he said. “In fact there has lately come into my hands a book, which beyond doubt was actually his, for it bears his coronet and arms of the correct date, and I feel sure he intended to use it in his chapel. A missal in fact, though following the English use. He refers to it in his memoirs.”
Douglas’s face was alight with eagerness.
“Indeed!” he said. “Have you it here? I should enormously like to see it.”
Colin leaned forward to him across the table.
“Yes, I have it here,” he said, “and perhaps I’ll show it you, for I feel that I’m meant to show it you. But first, doesn’t it strike you that I’m telling you a good deal, and that you’re telling me nothing?”
Instantly the man shrank back into himself.
“There is nothing that could interest you,” he said. “I have no profession——”
Colin felt on absolutely sure ground.
“Yes, you’re a priest,” he said quietly.
“I am nothing of the kind,” said Douglas.