In which the Sabbath congregation at Chapelizod Church is sombrely drawn together in remembrance and reflection on recent harrowing events, while Dr. Walsingham’s sermon mingles quaint erudition with moral admonition and curious tales of sudden death and divine justice. Amidst this assembly, a spectral figure known to but two keen observers moves silently, bearing the weight of guilt and restlessness beyond the understanding of the other worshippers.