Furthermore it is my duty to my congregation to find out who is in their midst.

No less than three of the Lady Trustees of my church have asked me who and what these people are and whence they came." "The Lady Trustees are a pack of old busybodies," growled his sister.
Her brother raised his finger warningly.
"Jane, do you know you are uttering a blasphemy?
These Rossmore people have been here two weeks.

They have visited no one, no one visits them.

They have avoided a temple of worship, they have acted most mysteriously.

Who are they?
What are they hiding?
Is it fair to my church, is it fair to my flock?
It is not a bereavement, for they don't wear mourning.