Looking vicar ordered to say. She walked over to the fireplace and, pretending to warm his hands, forced a smile: - Do you now clearly a pleasure to let in the mystery, Mr. Davey. He did not answer immediately. Again he swallowed loudly. Then, straightening up in his chair, he said, abruptly changing the subject. - Today, something happened, which is why I lost your trust, - he said. - It happened before I came back. You looked in the desk and found a picture that you alarmed. Oh no, I have not seen it. I do not look through the keyhole. Just I noticed that the paper in the drawer to move. Again, you asked the question: 'What kind of man this Olternana vicar?' Hearing my footsteps on the path, you will quickly sat down in a chair before the fire. You did not meet me, looked me in the face. Do not turn away from me, Mary Yellan. We do not need to pretend we can be completely honest with each other.