Yes we have, Gabriel thought. Usually he forgot confessions quickly, and he was thankful for it. He shouldn't try to remember them. He was merely the instrument. People's sins were not his business. But he had heard this man's voice over and over again in his mind, much as he tried to forget it. "Pleased to meet you, Mr. Crane." Gabriel said. Was his hand hot? Could Mr. Crane feel that? Did his face betray him? He did not want to let the man know he recognized him, and discourage him from ever coming back. "I'm pleased to hear that. The people speak positively of you, Mr. Crane."