Panic struck Silas as though he were being drenched in cold water, fear stung him like the cilice. He had done everything as planned but now this looked to be at risk. He didn't understand. He had done everything the Teacher had said. Everything had gone according to plan; he had parked his car in the outskirts of the woods, out of sight, he skulked to the back of the house, sticking firmly to the shadows and climbed over the wall. The Teacher had promised him the Police would not see him, he had assured him that they would not have had time to reach anywhere but the front gates of the house. But now it seemed that the Teacher had been misinformed. Silas's scarred back was pressed against the wall and he could feel the bitter cold through his robes but that was not why he was quaking. The possibility that lay before him sent shivers to his bones, the whole mission could be destroyed in an instant if the police got to the keystone first. But then, Silas thought, they had faced flaws in the plan before this, the misdirection of the sénéchaux. Yes, earlier that very night Silas had feared all was lost but the Teacher had eyes and ears every where; they came through that disaster, they would come through this one. Silas would go ahead as planned and he prayed to God that the police officer would disappear into the house so he could make his move. Silas's prayers were answered.