He fell silent again, and so did she. Suddenly there was the scrape of a key in the cell door’s lock. They had not heard anyone approach down the corridor. A tall black man in a gray suit and a priest’s collar stood in the open door.

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Manning,” he said gravely. “I am the Reverend John Wills; I thought you might like to speak with me. Are you a Christian?”

“I’m an Episcopalian,” she replied. “Yes, do come in.”

“Gentlemen,” the priest said, “will you excuse us for a while?”

“Of course, Reverend,” Hewitt said, then left the cell, motioning for Stone to follow him.

The two men went outside and sat on a bench against the stone wall. “I thought she should be alone with him,” Hewitt said.

“Yes,” said Stone. He could not think of anything else to say. The sun was lower in the sky now. Stone looked at his watch. “Leslie, it’s nearly seven o’clock; could you call the prime minister’s residence again?”

“Of course,” Hewitt said. He got up and went back inside the jail. As he entered, Hilary Kramer and Jim Forrester came out.

“Stone,” she said, “have you still heard nothing?”

“Nothing,” Stone replied. “Leslie has gone to phone the prime minister.”

They joined Stone on the bench. “This is driving me crazy,” Forrester said.

“It’s seven o’clock,” Kramer said, looking at her watch. “What time is sundown?”

“Seven fifty-nine,” Stone replied. “I’m told they do these things on time.”

“They’re not really going to hang her, Stone surely,” Forrester said, sounding distressed. “This is just some sort of torture.”

“I don’t know what’s going to happen,” Stone said “I’m afraid to hope.”

Hewitt came back outside.

“What?” Stone said.

“It’s very odd,” Hewitt replied. “No one is answering the phone.”

“Not even an answering machine?”

“Nothing; it just rang and rang. I must have let it ring twenty-five times, then I called again and got the same result.”

“Maybe they’re on the way over here,” Forrester said hopefully.

Nobody cared to address that possibility.

“Did they make you two leave Allison alone?” Kramer asked.

“A priest is with her,” Stone replied. “We thought it best to leave them.”

As if on cue, the priest came out the door. “Mr. Barrington?”

Stone looked up.

“Mrs. Manning would like to see you and Sir Leslie now.”

“How did you leave her, Reverend?” Hewitt asked the man.

“I think her mind is relieved,” he replied. “We had quite a good talk, although I don’t think she had met with a clergyman for quite some time. She seems resigned now.”

Resigned, Stone thought. He wasn’t resigned. Why the hell didn’t the prime minister’s office call and at least put them out of their misery?

The priest spoke again. “Are you Miss Kramer and Mr. Forrester?” he asked the two reporters.

“Yes,” Kramer replied.