“Where he died—in his room at the hotel.”
“I will go with you,” said Pensée. She held Brigit's hand, and exchanged a long glance with Father Foster.
“Did you say,” she asked, “that he left any letters or papers?”
“He destroyed all his papers, but he has left one letter addressed to you. He wished me to say, in the presence of Mrs. Parflete, that this had reference to some false report about her visiting Mr. Orange's lodgings. Mr. Parflete saw the lady who went to Vigo Street, and he did not know who she was. One thing, however, he did know: he had never seen her before.”
Brigit inclined her head, but remained motionless, where she first halted when she entered the room.
“Did he die in pain?” she asked.
“I am afraid he suffered greatly.”
“Was his mind at peace?”
“I believe so—from my heart.”
“He had less to fear from God than man.”