“Not yesterday, but forty years ago, Margery Cailly passed out of life; for you know that, save to me, she has spoken few words since. And though I have waited on her for most of those years she never breathed to me the name of Nicholas De Frevile, never hinted at the story of her unhappy girlhood. But once in the springtime, just after she entered her Sacrist prison-house, she entreated me to plant a white rose-bush on the grave of the young priest of St Peter’s. I did so, and have renewed it since, and one day, by your grace, I shall plant a spray of the same roses where she lies apart from him. I have confessed my wrong in stealing the key and bringing death into the cloister. If you can forgive me, so; if not, all I ask is that you let your sinful servant depart in peace.” * * * * * There is a curious aperture in the outer northern wall of the chancel of the nuns’ church which is now Jesus College Chapel. If it is examined its purpose is evident. It was the lychnoscope, through which the Sacrist watched by night the light before the High Altar. It is the sole abiding memorial of Margery Cailly, Sacrist of St Radegund. [Illustration: Prosperum iter facias] PRINTED BY W. HEFFER & SONS LTD. 104, HILLS ROAD, CAMBRIDGE, ENGLAND. Transcriber’s Notes Errors in punctuation have been fixed. Page 63: “My heart bleed” changed to “My heart bleeds” Page 78: “pardonable strategem” changed to “pardonable stratagem” Page 86: “I thing she” changed to “I think she”