He tossed the sheet over the midsection of his abbotâs body. âHe would not want it.â
âWe mean no disrespect,â I said before Colin could reply.
Brother Silsburyâs face was ashen and very much distressed. âPlease tell me you are finished here.â
âWe are.â Colin spoke up, his tone as smooth as ever. âWe have learned a great deal. Thank you.â
âGood.â The relief was immediate on Brother Silsburyâs face. âThen perhaps all of thisââhe waved a rigid hand toward the abbotâs body on the tableââwill have served some purpose.â
Colin nodded grimly. âRest assured that we are already drawing nearer to the perpetrator of this horrendous murder. I believe we shall see a resolution within the week.â
Brother Silsbury looked stunned. âThen I owe you an apology, sir,â he said stiffly, âfor I confess I did not think such a thing possible.â
âYou must have faith,â Colin answered wryly. âAnd you may be certain that I will not fail the brothers of this monastery, no matter the outcome.â He gave a curt nod and exited the room before Brother Silsbury or I could respond in any way.
CHAPTER 6
A fair-haired monk who looked to be in his late twenties with a trim shape, compact features, and an expression about as welcoming as any we had yet seen sat across from us in the well-stocked library. Brother Morrison had brought us here to introduce us to the monasteryâs librarian, Brother Bursnell.
âI am hoping you might be able to give us some information,â Colin was saying. âIs this an appropriate place for us to speak . . . ?â he asked, sliding his gaze around the otherwise unoccupied space.
âAs you can see,â Brother Bursnell answered with a congenial nod, âyou wonât disturb anyone here today. I seldom get many visitors. Sometimes I think I do my job more for posterity than any daily usefulness,â he added wistfully.
Though that may have been the case, this was the largest single room we had yet visited in the monastery with the exception of the refectory. Bookcases hugged the four walls from the floor right up to the low-slung ceiling, and there were half-a-dozen rows of shorter bookcases that rose to a height of some five feet arrayed all around the large, rectangular oak table that we were sitting at in the roomâs center. The table had a dozen chairs pulled up around it and, given its well-worn appearance, I presumed that many a gathering had taken place here in spite of Brother Bursnellâs contention.
âI shall leave the three of you to it,â Brother Morrison muttered in his usual way. He started to leave and I noticed that he limped slightly, causing him to favor his right side. When he reached the door he turned back and added, âI was much heartened by your intention to conclude your investigation within the week.â But I did not think the gruff, elderly man sounded in the least bit heartened. âIt is important for the lot of us to return our attentions back to Godâs work. It is who we are. It is why we are here. Our abbot would wish it so.â
Colinâs expression remained steady, though I caught a flicker of displeasure charge across his eyes. âOf course.â
âAfter all, you would be wise to remember that justice belongs to God alone.â
âAhââColin flashed a tight grinââI thought God attended to those who attend to themselves.â
âThat is not Scripture, Mr. Pendragon,â Brother Morrison grumbled. âIt is moralistic tripe used to exonerate otherwise inappropriate behavior. Please do not misconstrue my great affection for Abbot Tufton with my commitment to God and this brotherhood. For I can assure you that I do not confuse the two.â And having said his piece, he pushed out into the hallway, letting the door snap shut firmly in his