Justice became serious. "Elder, I suppose you
know Roberts who keeps the Depot Hotel?"

"I know him only slightly."

"He was in to see me to-day, on what he called 'important business.'
He is a crony of my constable. He had a cock and bull story about that
lady at Killimaga, who goes to your church. I guess the constable told
it to him. I gave him no satisfaction because there was nothing in it
that concerned me; but the old scamp thinks it might hurt you, so he
gave it to Brinn, who will publish it if you don't drop in on him."

Father Murray put his hand on the shoulder of the justice. "Thank you
kindly, Mr. Sturgis," he said. "I would like to save the lady from
annoyance, and will see Mr. Brinn at once; but I must begin by
apologizing for my recent attack on his beauty."

"No need to do that, Father," assured the justice. "He printed the
joke himself in to-day's _Herald_."

When the priest left the office of the editor, he walked toward the
rectory in deep thought, quite evidently worried, but the suppressed
story was safely in his pocket.

CHAPTER IX

THE BISHOP'S CONFESSION

"How do you do, Mr. Griffin. I am delighted to see you again, and so
soon after our first meeting."

Two days had elapsed since the unpleasant incident at the rectory, and
Mark, engrossed in thoughts by no means in harmony with the peaceful
country through which he wandered, was taken unawares. He turned
sharply. A big automobile had stopped near him and from it leaned the
young Bishop, hand outstretched.

Mark hurried forward. "I am glad to see Your Lordship again. You are
still traveling?" He had retained no pleasant recollections of the
dignitary, and, as he shook the extended hand, was rather surprised to
realize that he felt not a little pleased by the unexpected encounter.

"I am still traveling--Confirmation tours all this season. Are you
going far, Mr. Griffin?"

"I am merely walking, without goal."

"Then come in with me. I am on my way to a little parish ten miles
farther on. I want to chat. My secretary went on ahead by train, to
'prepare the way,' as it were. I will send the car back with you.
Won't you come?" The tone of the Bishop's voice indicated an earnest
desire that the invitation be accepted.

Mark hesitated but a moment. "I thank Your Lordship. I will gladly go
with you on such pleasant terms." He entered the car and, sinking into
its soft cushions, suddenly awakened to the fact