He drew nearer, bent his knee, and kissed the hand which the Holy Father extended to him, saying, with sweet dignity: "_Non mihi, sed Petro._" Then Benedetto sat down.

The Pope passed him a sheet of paper, and pushed the little lamp nearer to him.
"Look," said he.

"Do you know that writing ?" Benedetto looked and shuddered, and could not check an exclamation of reverent sorrow.
"Yes," he replied.

"It is the writing of a holy priest, whom I dearly loved, who is dead, and whose name was Don Giuseppe Flores." His Holiness continued: "Now read.

Read aloud." Benedetto read: "Monsignore,-- "I entrust to my Bishop the sealed packet enclosed, with this note, in an envelope bearing your address.