"Good-bye, Father."
And when in later years Frank recalled that night, he marvelled that one small boy could have been both so sad and so happy.
Chapter VI
The Cost of Honor
The next morning at about ten, Father Boone was in his office at the Club, waiting for Mr. Roberts, who had phoned him asking for an appointment.
"This has been a crowded week," said the priest to himself. "On Monday morning I found the Club rooms a wreck. Since then, we have had a fire, Bill Daly's adventure and death, all the worry over the mystery and, thank God, its solution.
"All cleared up now. And out of it comes Frank Mulvy, pure gold. He had a hard ordeal, poor boy. I was certainly severe on him. But under the same circumstances, yes, I'd do the same again. What a mirage life is! We see or fancy we see, so many things that are not there."
Presently, Mr. Roberts was shown in, and after the usual greeting, he said, "I know you are busy, Father, and so I won't take up much of your time. You know I had intended putting William Daly through school, but that's off now."