As soon as the request reached his ears, the corners of Malachi's lips curved upwards in the makings of a smile, not quite fully realized.

"Of course," he agreed with a dip of his head. "Now is convenient. Shall we speak in the confessional, father, or is there somewhere else you would prefer?"

He could not imagine Richards wanting Mrs. Higgins as a spectator.

Malachi straightened up, and held out a hand in silent offering should the younger want any help getting up.