"And who is it? One of my parishioners?"
Joe Scott had entered unobserved. He now stood, a most sinister phantom, half his person being dyed of the deepest tint of indigo, leaning on the desk. His master's answer to the rector's question was a smile. Joe took the word. Putting on a quiet but pawky look, he said,--
"It's a friend of yours, Mr. Helstone, a gentleman you often speak of."

"And who is it?"
Joe Scott had entered, like a sinister indigo phantom. He said:
"It's a friend of yours, Mr. Helstone: the Rev. Moses Barraclough. 