“Langmaid,” Holder asked, “don’t you ever get tired and disgusted with the Juggernaut car?”

The big lawyer continued to smile, but a sheepish, almost boyish expression came over his face.  He had not credited the clergyman with so much astuteness.

“Business, nowadays, is—­business, Holder.  The Juggernaut car claims us all.  It has become-if you will permit me to continue to put my similes into slang—­the modern band wagon.  And we lawyers have to get on it, or fall by the wayside.”

Holder stared into the fire.

“I appreciate your motive in coming here,” he said, at length, “and I do you the justice of believing it was friendly, that the fact that you are, in a way, responsible for me to—­to the congregation of St. John’s did not enter into it.  I realize that I have made matters particularly awkward for you.  You have given them in me, and in good faith, something they didn’t bargain for.  You haven’t said so, but you want me to resign.  On the one hand, you don’t care to see me tilting at the windmills, or, better, drawing down on my head the thunderbolts of your gods.  On the other hand, you are just a little afraid for your gods.  If the question in dispute were merely an academic one, I’d accommodate you at once.  But I can’t.  I’ve thought it all out, and I have made up my mind that it is my clear duty to remain here and, if I am strong enough, wrest this church from the grip of Eldon Parr and the men whom he controls.

“I am speaking plainly, and I understand the situation thoroughly.  You will probably tell me, as others have done, that no one has ever opposed Eldon Parr who has not been crushed.  I go in with my eyes open, I am willing to be crushed, if necessary.  You have come here to warn me, and I appreciate your motive.  Now I am going to warn you, in all sincerity and friendship.  I may be beaten, I may be driven out.  But the victory will be mine nevertheless.  Eldon Parr and the men who stand with him in the struggle will never recover from the blow I shall give them.  I shall leave them crippled because I have the truth on my side, and the truth is irresistible.  And they shall not be able to injure me permanently.  And you, I regret deeply to say, will be hurt, too.  I beg you, for no selfish reason, to consider again the part you intend to play in this affair.”

Such was the conviction, such the unlooked-for fire with which the rector spoke that Langmaid was visibly shaken and taken aback in spite of himself.

“Do you mean,” he demanded, when he had caught his breath, “that you intend to attack us publicly?”

“Is that the only punishment you can conceive of?” the rector asked.  The reproach in his voice was in itself a denial.

“I beg your pardon, Hodder,” said the lawyer, quickly.  “And I am sure you honestly believe what you say, but—­”

“In your heart you, too, believe it, Langmaid.  The retribution has already begun.  Nevertheless you will go on—­for a while.”  He held out his hand, which Langmaid took mechanically.  “I bear you no ill-will.  I am sorry that you cannot yet see with sufficient clearness to save yourself.”