Adventure stories; Detective and mystery stories; London (England) -- Fiction
Nevertheless, I welcomed the opportunity of examining one of these
cunning ministers of the papacy for myself. With a pardonable touch of
egotism, I preferred my own estimate of strangers to other people's, and
I wanted to discover for myself what there was in a Jesuit's education,
discipline, and code of ethics that made them such powerful and
resourceful soldiers of the Vatican, while at the same time they were,
in practically every country on the globe, objects of such intense
suspicion, jealousy, or most active dislike.
"Benedicamus Domino," said the priest, with a grave salutation to us
both as the heavy iron door of the cell closed upon him.
"Deo gratias," responded Casteno, and at once I saw the effect of his
Stoneyhurst training in the way in which he pulled himself together and
assumed a bearing of reverent submissiveness I had never known him
exhibit to any other person.
As for the Jesuit himself, I admit I was completely astounded at his
appearance. As he bent down and fumbled in his pocket for the letter
which Casteno had sent to the Father Provincial I had a splendid
opportunity of examining his features, for then the light from the high
tightly-barred window streamed full upon him.
To my surprise I discovered in this man of fifty, with the square
shoulders, the unblinking eye, the clean-shaven mouth that expressed
kindness, mirth, as well as iron resolution, none of the littleness I
had credited him with. His broad forehead and black hair, now rapidly
turning white, showed that he must have studied and studied hard, but
not in any narrow sectarian school; his chin and lower jaw, too, were
broad and massive but never cruel; while his hands were strong but also
frank and free in movement; and his smile, as he searched his pockets
through for the letter he had evidently forgotten, was one of the
brightest and sunniest things we had seen in our prison-house. Finally,
with a half foreign gesture of apology, he gave up his quest.
"I am so sorry," he said at length, "but I quite forgot to bring with me
your letter which the Father Provincial handed to me. As a matter of
fact, I must introduce myself too. I am Father Ganton, one of the
priests attached to the Farm Street Church of the Immaculate
Conception."
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