The monks were professing to be searching for the missing brother.

The prior looked at Sir Oliver with some sternness.
"Where is this monk ?" he asked, "I do not know," was the firm response.

"I have not seen him since his farewell yesternight." "You thought he was coming hither ?" "I knew naught.

He told me naught of his purposes." The prior's eyes flashed ominously.
"Have a care, Sir Oliver, have a care.

Brother Emmanuel is yet within the walls of Chad.