I lay down on the bench, pillowing my head on one arm, thinking of him as I first saw him kneeling alone in prayer, and the simple words of his petition came back to me with new power.

Then my mind drifted to the strange commingling of human elements in this adventure--to Mistress Claire, and her connection with Grant, and the intimate knowledge Farrell apparently possessed of them both.

Somehow I was becoming more and more deeply involved in these lives, and I began to wonder how it was all destined to end.

Was the coming night to add a new chapter?
If so, would it be the last?
Reviewing it all, lulled by the silence, I fell asleep..