“No, I mean Father Benedict.”
“He seemed pleasant enough,” Mr. Ayling said slowly. “However, I can’t say I went for the crystal ball demonstration.”
“Oh, anyone could tell that was the bunk!”
“Frankly, it gave me quite a jolt.”
“Oh, you mean the monk’s warning!”
“Not that,” replied Mr. Ayling. “His description of Mrs. Hawthorne and her daughter. Of course, I’ve never seen either of them, but the picture he conjured up seemed to fit them.”
“Oh, he probably made it up.” Penny started the car which rolled with creaking tires over the hilly, snow-packed road toward the city. “You described Mrs. Hawthorne to him earlier, you know.”
“So I did. Except for one small detail, the reading would not have impressed me.”
“And that detail?”
“In describing the girl on the beach, Father Benedict said she was wearing a black cameo ring.”