It was late, of course, but he was a padre, and the hospital padre, and privileged.

He knew exactly what to do, and that he was really as safe as houses in doing it, and yet this intriguing by night made him uncomfortable still.

He told himself he was an ass to think so, but he could not get rid of the sensation.
Julie would be on duty till 9.30, and he could easily have a couple of minutes' conversation with her in the ward.

He followed the railway-track, then, along the harbour, and went in under the great roof of the empty station.

On the far platform a hospital train was being made ready for its return run, but, except for a few cleaners and orderlies, the place was empty.
An iron stairway led up from the platform to the wards above.