Father Richards wasn't getting an easy time just yet. As soon as his door was closed, there was a gentle knock and the voice he'd just heard on the other side.

"Are you sure, father? Who was that? She looked like a prostitute, and she was in here and not in church or the confessional. So why did she want to talk to you privately father? Did she get angry and attack you? Were you trying to secretly buy her services and she wanted to blackmail you?" He was clearly making up whatever ideas his mind could come up with. "Do I need to fetch a constable?"