Father Jervis' face had fallen a little. There was distinct anxiety in his eyes.
"When will the book be out?" he asked quickly.
"I'm revising for the last time," said the other shortly. "And you, Monsignor? . . . I had heard of your illness."
"Oh, Monsignor's nearly himself again. And will you take us into the Bureau?" asked the old priest.
The young monk nodded.
"I shall be there all day," he said. "Ask for me at any time."
"Monsignor wants to see for himself. He wants to see a case straight through. Is there anything——"
"Why, there's the very thing," interrupted the monk. (He fumbled in his pocket a moment.) "Yes, here's the leaflet that was issued last night." (He held out a printed piece of paper to Monsignor.) "Read that through."
The prelate took it.
"What's the case?" he asked.