rstood that he knew very tolerably where the truth lay, but wished
to prevent further disturbance. He gulped down his fury. It was no good
saying anything; but the dense of the injustice of the universe was very
bitter. He turned away--

A murmur of indignation broke out from the crowd, bidding the policeman
do his duty.

And as Frank went up the lane, he heard that zealous officer addressing
the court with considerable vigor. But it was very little comfort to
him. He walked out of the town with his anger and resentment still hot
in his heart at the indignity of the whole affair.

(V)

By the Sunday afternoon Frank was well on his way to York.

It was a heavy, hot day, sunny, but with brooding clouds on the low
horizons; and he was dispirited and tired as he came at last into a
small, prim village street rather after two o'clock (its name, once
more, I suppress).

His possessions by now were greatly reduced. His money had gone, little
by little, all through his journey with the Major, and he had kept of
other things only one extra flannel shirt, a pair of thick socks and a
small saucepan he had bought one day. The half-crown that the Governor
had given him was gone, all but fourpence, and he wanted, if possible,
to arrive at York, where he was to meet the Major, at least with that
sum in his possession. Twopence would pay for a bed and twopence more
for supper.

Half-way up the street he stopped suddenly. Opposite him stood a small
brick church, retired by a few yards of turf, crossed by a path, from
the iron railings that abutted on the pavement: and a notice-board
proclaimed that in this, church of the Sacred Heart mass was said on
Sundays at eleven, on holidays of obligation at nine, and on weekdays at
eight-thirty A.M. Confessions were heard on Saturday evenings
and on Thursday evenings before the first Friday, from eight
to nine P.M. Catechism was at three P.M. on Sundays; and
rosary, sermon and benediction at seven P.M. A fat cat, looking
as if it were dead, lay relaxed on the grass beneath this board.

The door was open and Frank considered an instant. But he thought that
could wait for a few minutes as he glanced at the next house. This was
obviously the presbytery.

Frank had never begged from a priest before, and he hesitated a little
now. Then he went across the street into the shadow on the other side,
leaned against the wall and looked. The street was perfectly empty and
perfectly quiet, and t