Early in the novel by Werner Voets, we read the following conversation between the grandfather, Mister De Wulf, and Bishop Jacobs:
“So you had no intention whatsoever to learn about The Truth,” I sighed. “All you wanted was to get your hands on the texts.”
The bishop burst out laughing, “Right you are. These texts of yours are causing too much commotion, Mister De Wulf. People are starting to ask questions. If I were you, I’d put an end to those séances.”
I was taken aback. “Why?” I asked.
The bishop put the texts in a plastic bag. “The world doesn’t need this, Mister De Wulf. There is already too much separation among different beliefs. Let us stick to what we know, and agree on that. That’s already hard enough as it is.”
“That’s exactly where The Truth can play an important role.”
The bishop got up and made his way to the door. “I disagree. We think you are possessed and that you are trying to steer the faithful off the right track. That is the message that I personally will spread in town.”
Somewhat later in the novel we read the conversation between Bishop Jacobs and the man he hires to steal the texts:
“Tell me, your eminence, what would you like me to do?” the man with dark hair asked, while lighting a cigarette.
“I would like you to search De Wulf’s house for some texts,” the bishop replied.
“Some texts?” the man asked. “That sounds rather vague.”
“Spiritual texts, written on single sheets of paper. That’s all you need to know.”
“Okay,” the man answered politely and calmly. “As long as you pay. I don’t care about anything else.”
“When were you planning to go ahead?” the bishop inquired.
“Tonight.” He stubbed out his cigarette and got up. “I’ll let you know something tomorrow morning.”
“I would prefer your calling me tonight,” the bishop responded in a commanding voice.
“Whatever,” the man said with a grin. “I can’t tell you in advance what time it will be. It may be late.”
“That doesn’t matter,” the bishop replied and pointed at Eddy to open the door.
The man nodded and walked out the door, glancing left and right furtively.
“I don’t trust him,” Eddy said after he had closed the door. “I can’t fathom him.”
“There’s no need to,” the bishop said, reclining in his luxurious leather chair. “It’s what makes him the right man for the job – for this kind of job, at least. The only thing that matters to people like him is that they get paid. Everything else is irrelevant, and that’s how it should be. He does what is asked of him, nothing more and nothing less. And that’s exactly what we need.”
“I’m not too sure about that,” Eddy protested doubtfully.
“I am,” the bishop smirked, “and that’s why I am bishop, and you’re not.”
Quoted from:
The Truth? A Paranormal Journey
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