he had the Windows 7 screen up. He clicked in Internet Explorer and typed in ―mille
regretz,‖ and got this from Wikipedia:
Mille Regretz is a French chanson which in its 4 part setting is usually credited to
the fifteenth-century musician Josquin des Prez….
Morse scanned down further.
Translations of the song differ in their interpretation of the words ‗fache/face
amoureuse‘ in line 2 (variously ‗amorous anger‘ or ‗loving face‘):
“Mille regretz de vous abandonner
Et d‟eslonger vostre fache amoureuse,
Jay si grand dueil et paine douloureuse,
Quon me verra brief mes jours definer.”
―A thousand regrets at deserting you
And leaving behind your loving face,
I feel so much sadness and such painful distress
That it seems to me my days will soon dwindle away.‖
―That‘s it!‖ Morse exclaimed. ―Zoey, you are genius! He was obviously referring to
a song which was popular at the time called Mille Regretz, about a man who is deeply
regretful about the loss of his wife. The first line of the song is a direct quote from the
line on the metal strip. So the clue must somehow relate to the song.‖
Zach was not enjoying the praise being heaped on his stupid sister. ―Oh, yeah, she is
a real genius. Mrs. Straight C-Minus. OK, Genius, what are we supposed to do with this
stupid song now that we have it?‖
Zoey thought for a second. ―Maybe we should just play the song?‖
Morse stared at Zoey. Then he stared at Zach. Then he stared at the priest. Could it
be that simple? Quickly, he began searching on his computer for free sheet music to the
Josquin song Mille Regretz. On a Hartford University site, he found the music.
―Father, if I prop up my laptop over here where you normally keep your sheet music,
do you think you would be able to play this song?‖
―Is the Pope Catholic?‖ the priest laughed and settled himself on the bench before
the three rows of piano-like keys. He put on his reading glasses, cracked his knuckles,
looked at the laptop, and began playing.
The song was very mournful and slow. It was quite fitting for a song about deep
regrets and the loss of a loved one.
―That song is so sad,‖ said Zoey. The song went on for about a minute. When it got
to the end, the priest pulled out a few organ stops and hit the last melancholy notes. As
the last note was played, the priest heard a small click down by his feet. He bent down
on his knees, and noticed that the mahogany panel just above the foot pedals had opened
on the right side three inches, like a small door.
―Your not going to believe this,‖ said the priest, ―but a door just opened down here!‖
Morse got down with the priest, pulled open the panel all the way and shined his penlight
into the hollow chamber beyond. He reached in his hand and pulled out a stack of several