He wanted to tear it out, in this moment, and demand of Father Roland whether this was the face--the girl's face--that had haunted Tavish.
"I mean that his fear drove him at last to kill himself," said Father Roland in a slow, sure voice, as if carefully weighing his words before speaking them.

"I believe, now, that he terribly wronged some one, that his conscience was his fear, and that it haunted him by bringing up visions and voices until it drove him finally to pay his debt.

And up here conscience is _mitoo aye chikoon_--the Little Brother of God.

That is all I know.

I wish Tavish had confided in me, I might have saved him." "Or--punished," breathed David.
"My business is not to punish.