The East Window
T HAT Diamond had fallen fast asleep is very evident from the strange things he now fancied as taking place. For he thought he heard a sound as of whispering up in the great window. He tried to open his eyes, but he could not. And the whispering went on and grew louder and louder, until he could hear every word that was said. He thought it was the Apostles talking about him. But he could not open his eyes.
"And how comes he to be lying there, St. Peter?" said one.
" I think I saw him a while ago up in the gallery, under the Nicodemus window. Perhaps he has fallen down. What do you think, St. Matthew?"
"I don't think he could have crept here after falling from such a height. He must have been killed."
"What are we to do with him? We can't leave him lying there. And we could not make him comfortable up here in the window: it's rather crowded already. What do you say, St. Thomas?"
"Let's go down and look at him."
There came a rustling, and a chinking, for some time, and then there was a silence, and Diamond felt some-