“And you have done so?”
“I have done so.”
“Would you mind telling us your name? It makes it so much more convenient.”
Percy hesitated. Then he determined to meet her on her own ground.
“Certainly. My name is Franklin.”
“Father Franklin?” asked the girl, with just the faintest tinge of mocking emphasis on the first word.
“Yes. Father Percy Franklin, from Archbishop’s House, Westminster,” said the priest steadily.
“Well, then, Father Percy Franklin; can you tell us why you came here? I mean, who sent for you?”
“Mrs. Brand sent for me.”
“Yes, but by what means?”