“‘Well, I don’t fancy I shall. The long ride took it out of me.’
“‘Turn in to-night, then, directly after dinner.’
“He looked at me with sharp suspicion. I met his gaze blandly.
“‘I mean to,’ he said after a short pause.
“I knew he was telling me a lie, but I only said: ‘That’s right!’ and resolved to keep an eye on him.
“Directly dinner was over he sprang up from the table.
“‘Good-night,’ he said.
“And before I could reply he was out of the salle-à-manger, and I heard him tramp along the brick floor of the passage, go into his room, and bang the door.
“The aumônier was getting up from his little table, and shaking the crumbs from his soutane.
“‘You are quite right, monsieur,’ I said to him. ‘I must get my friend away.’