"Yes."
"What do ye want?"
"To clear your mind of all trouble, and fill your heart with love, and great peace, and rest. Our Heavenly Father knows that you need peace of heart, and rest, Dannie."
"To fill my heart wi' peace, ye will have to prove to me that I'm no responsible fra the death of Jimmy Malone; and to give it rest, ye will have to prove to me that I'm free to marry his wife. Ye can do neither of those things."
"I can do both," said the priest calmly. "My son, that is what I came to do."
Dannie's face grew whiter and whiter, as the blood receded, and his big hands gripped at his sides.
"Aye, but ye canna!" he cried desperately. "Ye canna!"
"I can," said the priest. "Listen to me! Did Jimmy get anything at all said to you?"
"He said, 'Mary,' then he choked on the next word, then he gasped out 'yours,' and it was over."
"Have you any idea what he was trying to tell you?"