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BOOK V
Early the next morning, Brother Bones was brought home by Policeman X, his hat crushed, his face haggard, his voice husky and unintelligible. He only said vaguely, "Washertime?" "It is," said John Gale timidly, in explanation to Policeman X, "a case of spiritual exhaustion following a vigil." "That warn`t her name," said Policeman X sternly. "But don`t let this `ere appen again." John Gale turned to Brother Bones. "Then you saw her--Golly?" "No," said Brother Bones. "Why? What on earth have you been doing?" "Dunno! Found myself in stashun--zis morning! Thashall!" Then John Gale sought the Superior in an agony of remorse, and confessed all. "I am unfit to remain doorkeeper. Remove me," he groaned bitterly. The old man smiled gently. "On the contrary, I should have given you the keys myself. Hereafter you can keep them. The ways of our Brotherhood are mysterious,--indeed, you may think idiotic,--but we are not responsible for them. It`s all Brother Caine`s doing--it`s `All Caine!"
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