at these times. On the first day of the week they do not work but rather spend the day in their temple singing, reading from their holy writings, and re-enacting the last meal of their god. Their rituals are open to all except for this meal which is limited to those of their faith. I must say these gatherings are a moving experience, indeed, I witnessed my partner moved to tears by the beauty of their songs yesterday. In addition, on two nights a week they and many from the surrounding community gather together to play a game of chance they call Bingo. Although the games are open to all (I enjoy it myself enormously) for the most part the players consist of very grumpy older women. Asonce. But then more! For as the crew was being baptized one of them, Krychek, a Slav broke from their ranks and announced that he was an Internal Affairs agent with the bureau and knowing of their plans for baptism had sent word directly to the Emperor Nero. He begged the forgiveness of all present and drew a dagger from his robes and attempted to drive it into his chest. Two of the quick-witted members of the crew wrestled him to the ground and disarmed him. As he lay weeping John, the priest knelt beside him and asked him why he had done such a thing. The Slav told him that it had been his assignment to follow myself and Scullus and report our actions directly to the