secret had been suppressed. Maguire had said he would put an end to that once and for all. In the greatest of secrecy, Crowe had removed the secret and brought it to his chief. And now, here it was.
Of course he should return it to the archives. He himself felt no impulse to open the folder to see if the complainers had a case. His motives when he put the secret into his briefcase were obscure to himself, then and later. It was as if he were removing the documents from harmâs way when he took them back to his room in the Domus Sanctae Marthae. He remembered Chekovskyâs enigmatic questionâIs it you, or must we wait for another?âand Traegerâs suggestion that there was a mole in the Vatican. He had feared that Traeger meant him. It was the thought of little Remi Pouvoir, flitting among the rows and rows of archived materials, that decided him. And he had another idea, a wild idea, prompted by Burkeâs account of the eccentric billionaire for whom his sister worked.
IV
âHe is a self-made Croesus.â
John Burkeâs rooms were on the same floor in the Domus as Brendan Croweâs, and the two priests had formed a friendship, the younger looking to the older for counsel, Crowe fascinated by the eager zeal of the younger man. Burke had taken Crowe to the building that housed the Pontifical Academies and showed him around, and Crowe in turn had acquainted Burke with the inner sanctum of the Vatican Library and the publicly accessible parts of the archives. In their conversations, the range of Croweâs knowledge impressed the younger priestâpatristics, philosophy, the manuscripts in the Vatican Library, even an effortless authority about the art works in the museum. It was this last that prompted Father Burke to seek the older priestâs help in compiling the list Laura had asked for.
But before he could broach the subject, Crowe had made the dreadful revelation that four recent deaths in the Vatican had been murders. After that, it was difficult to get back to the wishes of Ignatius Hannan.
âThe mysteries of the rosary?â Crowe said.
âThe best artistic depictions of them.â
âThere is scarcely unanimity on that.â
âWell, the best in your opinion, then.â
âI could mention two or three for each mystery.â
âI canât thank you enough,â John said, as if Crowe had agreed.
âWhat is the purpose of the list?â
In answer, Burke told his friend more about the eccentric billionaire for whom his sister worked in New Hampshire.
âI suppose he wants reproductions of them?â
âHe could scarcely obtain the originals, Brendan.â
Burke himself had been devoting months to gathering archival materials for the use of the commission looking into the canonization of Pope Pius IX, who had begun his papacy as a liberal and then, appalled by political upheaval and revolution, reversed his field. He had fled the Vatican for Gaeta, joining the list of popes who had suffered from secular forces. Burke possessed an Irish eloquence that made dramatic his account of Napoleonâs kidnapping the pope of the day and bringing him to Notre Dame to crown him emperor.
âIn the event, Napoleon put the crown on his own head. Poor Pius.â
âPius?â
âPaul V. After the fiasco in Russia, he offered protection and asylum to members of Napoleonâs family. A truly Christian gesture. There are those who think that Napoleonâs defeat in Russia was punishment for his treatment of the pope.â
Full of his subject, Burke had then gone on about Paul Claudelâs trilogy of plays.
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From time to time, the two priests went out for dinner to Ambrogioâs in the Borgo Pio, absenting themselves from felicity awhile, in Brendanâs phraseâor not his phrase: his conversation was a florilegium of quotationsâtaking an outside table in clement weather. And that is what they did this