A thundering good tip, in fact. How proud his Lola would
have been, had she heard him make it! A flash of inspiration--and he was
actually following it up. The effect was instantaneous. At the sound of
the word "procession" the other's thin lips relaxed, and into his
ferrety eyes there came a gentler look. He was pleased, infinitely
pleased. The Protestant Commissioner betraying only too plainly the
heart of a Catholic--that augured well. But difficulties, apparently
insurmountable, presented themselves.
"That thought, Signor Parker, coming from you, gives me pleasure beyond
words. But I question whether a procession can be formed. Even the
priests, most of them, would not care to attend. As to the populace--who
is going to risk his life in the midst of this calamity? We might all
be choked to death. Not that I would hesitate to play my becoming
part!"
"You know your people--how inquisitive they are. If you toll the church
bells a certain number are sure to gather in the market-place in order
to learn, even at risk of their lives, what is happening.
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