Like a bolt slipping into its groove his brain found itself.

He saw Father Layonne again, with his white, tense face and eyes in which were still seated the fear and the horror he had seen in the doorway.

It was not until then that he gripped fully at the truth.
"I--I see," he said.

"You and Cardigan think it would have been better if I had died!" The missioner was still holding his hand.

"I don't know, Jimmy, I don't know.