The bells tolled in grief for the Archbishop. They'd rung all day and night since the cathedral announced his passing. Torrance almost stopped hearing them, then a word would get overlaid by the ringing of a bell and he would remember again.

He went from one part of the city to another checking on schools, watching secretaries look over papers or interview instructors. While he watched, they would serve him tea and biscuits. Often on the napkin lay a sign. Nothing obvious, ...