James watched from his hiding space behind a table in a dark back of the corner of the pub. Uh. Would Ruth be angry if he lost her kids? At least she wouldn't need to feed them, right? The priest was called 'Father', so he was probably used to kids anyway.

James looked around. No one had noticed him. The two gentlemen two tables down where staring at the interaction between the constable and the priest. The pocket of the man closest to him was open and a fancy silk handkerchief stuck out.