I BURST THROUGH THE door of the Rectory. I had left the police station as soon as they had taken Father Leonard into custody. He had said nothing as they led him away, not protesting his innocence, just a look of resignation on his face.
“It will be all right, Leonard,” I said as they walked him down the hall.
“No,” he mumbled, “it won’t. It hasn’t been all right for a while.”
“Can I bring you anything?”
He stopped and looked at me. “My breviary and rosary, can you get those? They’re on the table by my bed.”
I looked at Helen, who nodded. “He can have them."
Anna hears me and emerges from the living room. “What is it, Tom?” she says at my frantic look. “What’s wrong?”
“They’ve arrested Leonard,” I say, “and I’ve got—”
“What do you mean, they’ve arrested Father Leonard?” Anna demand
