The man drew back directly.
“I thought it was my master,” he muttered, in a confused, doubtful way.
“You expected to meet your master here?”
“I was told to wait in the lane.”
With that answer he retraced his steps. I looked back at the cottage and saw the clerk coming out, with the lantern lighted once more. I took the old man’s arm to help him on the more quickly. We hastened along the lane, and passed the person who had accosted me. As well as I could see by the light of the lantern, he was a servant out of livery.
“Who’s that?” whispered the clerk. “Does he know anything about the keys?”
“We won’t wait to ask him,” I replied. “We will go on to the vestry first.”
The church was not visible, even by daytime, until the end of the lane was reached. As we mounted the rising ground which led to the building from that point, one of the village children—a boy—came close up to