fficer with an open book before him. His back was to the door,
but John knew him in a moment. It was Brother Andrew.

"Then why have you given yourself up?" the officer asked, and Brother
Andrew began a rambling and foolish explanation. He had seen it stated in
an evening paper that the Father had been traced to the train at Euston,
and he thought it a pity--a pity that the police--that the police should
waste their time----

"Take care!" said the officer. "You are in a position that should make
you careful of what you say."

And then the inspector stepped forward, leaving John by the door.

"You still say you are Father Storm?"

"Of course I do," said Brother Andrew indignantly. "If I was anybody
else, do you think I should come here and give myself up----"

"Then who is this standing behind you?"

Brother Andrew turned and saw John with a start of surprise and a cry of
terror. He seemed hardly able to believe in the reality of what was
before him, and his restless eyeballs rolled fearfully. John tried to
speak, but he could only utter a few inarticulate sounds.

"Well?" said the inspector. And while John stood with head down and
heaving breast, Brother Andrew began to laugh hysterically and to say:

"Don't you know who this is? This is my lay brother! I brought him out of
the Brotherhood six months ago, and he has been with me ever since."

The officers looked at each other. "Good heavens!" cried Brother Andrew
in an imperious voice, "don't you believe me? You mustn't touch this man.
He has done nothing--nothing at all. He is as tender as a woman and
wouldn't hurt a fly. What's he doing here?"

The officers also were dropping their heads, and the heartrending voice
went on: "Have you arrested him? You'll do very wrong if you
arrest----But perhaps he has given himself up! That would be just like
him. He is devoted to me and would tell you any falsehood if he thought
it would----But you must send him away. Tell him to go back to his old
mother--that's the proper place for him. Good God! do you think I'm
telling you lies?"

There was silence for a moment. "My poor lad, hush, hush!" said John in a
tone full of tenderness and authority. Then he turned to the inspector
with a pitiful smile of triumph. "Are you satisfied?" he asked.

"Quite satisfied, Father," the officer answered in a broken voice, and
then Brother Andrew began to cry.

X.

When Glory awoke on the morning after the Derby and thought o