"You are a brave fellow, and I wish there was some one here who knew you."
"I know him!"
All turned toward the door and saw a man with a long white beard and patriarchal appearance, though his garb was that of a monk.
"I know him," the monk repeated. "And I say that, whatever his name may be, he is an honest man."
"You said you knew him, and yet do not know his name; is not that strange?"
"Not at all. In these troublous days a man may have more names than there are days in the week, and yet be honest."
"By what name did you know him?" asked the officer.
"As one who did good wherever he might be."
"He is accused——"
"The man who accuses him of wrongdoing must be bad at heart, for I will swear that he is innocent."