THEY CAUGHT THE EARLY train to London, and had a carriage to themselves. Mason had said little and seemed to be lost in thought. Suddenly he turned to his companions. "I say, you two, would you mind joining me in prayer?" Lord Roxton made a grimace. " I warn you, padre, I am rather out of practice."
"Please kneel down with me. I want your aid."
They knelt down, side by side, the padre in the middle. Malone made a mental note of the prayer.
"Father, we are all Your children, poor, weak, helpless creatures, swayed by Fate and circumstance. I implore You that You will turn eyes of compassion upon the man, Rupert Tremayne, who wandered far from You, and is now in the dark. He has sunk deep, very deep, for he had a proud heart which would not soften, and a cruel mind, which was filled with h
