was once a priest--"

But now speech was swallowed up in hubbub, as the van ran battering
down a rough street near the station.

Then again Hogarth was whirled into night and space, and, toward
morning, after the bumping climb of a van, was bidden to alight on
moorland, where he spied, far off, set on a hill, a mighty palace of
Romance, all grim, aloof, which was Colmoor.

The next morning while the outdoor gangs were being searched on
parade before the exit, Hogarth saw a face which he knew; and "You,
Bates", he said, "I thought you were in Eternity!"

But no: there stood Bates, all capped and arrowed, cropped and neat,
not wearing the filthy old scarf of liberty any more.

The neighbor of Hogarth now was a stout man, with black hair, and
grey eyes.

He it was who had been--a priest: and in "Black Maria" had given
that answer: "I am who I am".




XIV

THE PRIEST