this instance God would
accept his punishment as an atonement for his other sins! Glorious
sacrifice! He would make it! He would make it! And Glory herself would be
proud of it some day.

With the glow of this resolution upon him he turned into Scotland Yard
and stepped boldly up to the office. The officer in charge received him
with a deferential bow, but went on talking in a low voice to an
inspector of police who was also standing at the other side of a counter.

"Strange?" he was saying. "I thought he was seen getting into the train
at Euston."

"Don't know that he wasn't either, in spite of all he says."

"Thinking of the dog."

"Well, the dog, too," said the inspector, and then seeing John, "Hello!
Who's here?"

The officer stepped up to the counter. "What can I do for you, sir?" he
asked.

John knew that the supreme moment had come, and he felt proud of himself
that his resolution did not waver. Lifting his head, he said in a low and
rapid voice, "I understand that you have a warrant for the arrest of
Father Storm."

"We _had_, sir," the officer answered.

John looked embarrassed. "What do you mean by that?"

"I mean that Father Storm is now in custody."

John stared at the man with a feeling of stupefaction. "In custody! Did
you say in custody?"

"Precisely! He has just given himself up."

John answered impetuously, "But that is impossible."

"Why impossible, sir? Are you interested in this case?"

A certain quivering moved John's mouth. "I am Father Storm himself."

The officer was silent for a moment. Then he turned to the inspector with
a pitying smile. "Another of them," he said significantly. The psychology
of criminals had been an interesting study to this official.

"Wait a minute," said the inspector, and he went hurriedly through an
inner doorway. The officer asked John some questions about his movements
since yesterday. John answered vaguely in broken and rather bewildering
sentences. Then the inspector returned.

"You are Father Storm?"

"Yes."

"Do you know of anybody who might wish to personate you?"

"God forbid that any one should do that!"

"Still, there is some one here who says----"

"Let me see him."

"Come this way quietly," said the inspector, and John followed him to the
inner room. His pride was all gone, his head was hanging low, and he was
a prey to extraordinary agitation.

A man in a black cassock was sitting at a table making a statement to
another o