Mathew leant his elbows on the table and made a steeple with his fingers, resting his chin against the point. He glanced over at Father James and raised his eyebrows.
Vincent noticed the blood drain from the priest’s face.
Here was obviously some form of unspoken communication between the two men which Vincent was not as yet privy to. It annoyed him that he was being kept in the dark, but at the same time he still felt in charge of the meeting. They were both desperate to convince him to be on their side, so if he felt he was not being trusted, all he had to do was stand up and leave. They could both make their excuses to the militia.
Father James’ hand shook as he lifted his cup to his mouth.
Vincent stared at him while he drank, but the priest kept his eyes fixed on the space in fron
