"Did you do anything you shouldn't?"
"No. But I've been in prison since."
"And your name's Frank Gregory.... F.G., eh?"
Frank turned as if to leave. He understood that he was known.
"Well—good-night, father—"
The priest turned with upraised hand.
"Brother James, just step outside."
Then he continued as the door closed.
"You needn't go, Mr.—er—Gregory. Your name shall not be mentioned to a living being without your leave."
"You know about me?"