At last he opened his eyes—and very keen, penetrating eyes they were—and, fixing me sternly with his gaze, he said—
“Did you ever come in contact with a Catholic priest before Mr McGovan?”
“Frequently.”
“Did you ever know one to break his vows and reveal the secrets of heaven?”
“Never.”
“Do you think one of them would do it if you asked him?”
“I think not.”
“Do you think he would do it if you threatened him with prison?”
“Scarcely.”
“Or with death—say if you had power to tear him limb from limb, or torture every drop of blood from his body?”