Chapter 19: XIX

XIX “Very glad to have met you,” said Lawrence. “Come to my place.” We turned in at the little rustic gate, went up the path, and he drew a key from his pocket and inserted it in the lock. “You keep the door locked now,” I observed. “Yes.” He laughed rather bitterly. “Case of stable door when the steed is gone, eh? It is rather like that. You know, padre,” he held the door open and I passed inside, “there’s something about all this business that I don’t like. It’s too much of—how sh…