While thus undecided, he hears the knock repeated; this time louder, and with the accompaniment of a voice, saying:
“Open your door, Monsieur Dick.”
Not a policeman, then; only the priest!
Volume Two—Chapter Seven.
A Mysterious Contract.
“Only the priest!” muttered Coracle to himself, but little better satisfied than if it were the policeman.
Giving the lurcher a kick to quiet the animal, he pulls back the bolt, and draws open the door, as he does so asking, “That you, Father Rogier?”
“C’est moi!” answers the priest, stepping in without invitation. “Ah! mon bracconier! you’re having something nice for supper. Judging by the aroma ragout of hare. Hope I haven’t disturbed you. Is it hare?”