"When you come back, Father, you'll tell me the truth? No kidding, now!"
The guard stood in front of the door of heavy steel bars. Father Nelson looked down at the man on the bunk.
"I'll tell you everything, Bert. I swear it."
"Uh, Father?" the guard's voice was nervous—and embarrassed.
"Yes, Perkins?"
"I ... I can't let you out right now. Orders from the warden. Not a cell door opens till I hear from him direct."
Doyle chuckled.
"Might as well sit down, Father," he said, "and make yourself comfortable—"