He expected, it would seem, a sequel to the arrival which had been so carefully noted.
And at last the sequel came.

A soft knock, as of fat fingers, made Mon glance towards the door, and bid the knocker enter.

The door opened, and in its darkened entry stood the large form of the friar who had rendered such useful aid to a stricken traveler.

The light of Mon's lamp showed this holy man to be large and heavy of face, with the narrow forehead of the fanatic.

With such a face and head, this could not be a clever man.
But he is a wise worker who has tools of different temper in his bag.