"Yes.

Now." Father Layonne went to the door.

Even there he seemed to hesitate an instant, as if again to call upon Kent to reconsider.

Then he opened it and went out.
Kent waited impatiently.

His hand, fumbling at his bedclothes, seized upon the cloth with which he had wiped his lips, and it suddenly occurred to him that it had been a long time since it had shown a fresh stain of blood.