The stranger said, “I have only just landed. I came up the river tonight. I thought perhaps . . . I have an introduction for the senora from a great friend of hers.”
“She is asleep,” the boy repeated.
“If you would let me come in,” the man said with an odd frightening smile, and suddenly lowering his voice he said to the boy, “I am a priest.”
“You?” the boy exclaimed.
“Yes.” he said gently. “My name is Father – ” But the boy had already swung the door open and put his lips to his hand before the other could give himself a name.
– Graham Greene
