'Quite so,' said the priest calmly.' The whole of this miracle was faked, for some reason or other. That funeral scene was staged—and timed. I think it is part of that raving madness of publicity that has got hold of Snaith; but I can hardly believe he would go quite so far, merely for that. After all, it's one thing to make copy out of me and run me as a sort of sham Sherlock Holmes, and——'
Even as the priest spoke his face altered. His blinking eyelids shut suddenly and he stood up as if he were choking. Then he put one wavering hand as if groping his way towards the door.
'Where are you going?' asked the other in some wonder.
'If you ask me,' said Father Brown, who was quite white, 'I was going to pray. Or rather, to praise.'
'I'm not sure I understand. What is the matter with you?'
