But her anxious glances revealed nothing.

The vestry door was closed, and nobody was inside the chancel rail.
As they passed down the steps Phil turned to glance at a small bulletin board outside the door, on which the hours of the service were printed in gilt letters.

"Dudley Eames, Rector," he read in a low tone.

"Strange I never can remember that man's name, when Stuart is always quoting him.
They are both great golf players, and were eternally making engagements with each other over the phone, when I was here last summer.

I heard it often enough to remember it, I'm sure." He did not see the expression of relief which his remark brought to Mary's face.