Both points were exercising the Superintendent's mind at that moment. Having told PC Glass in a few well-chosen words what he thought of his conduct in condemning the morals of his betters, he set off with him towards the police station.
"The Lord," announced Glass severely, "said unto Moses, say unto the children of Israel, Ye are a stiffnecked people: I will come up into the midst of thee in a moment, and consume thee."
"Very possibly," replied Hannasyde. "But you are not Moses, neither are these people the children of Israel."
"Nevertheless, the haughtiness of men shall be bowed down. They are sinners before the Lord."
"That again is possible, but it is no concern of yours," said Hannasyde. "If you would pay more attention to this case, and less to other people's shortcomings, I should be the better pleased."
Glass sighed. "I have thought deeply. All is vanity and vexation of the spirit."
"There I agree with you," said Hannasyde tartly. "With the elimination of both Mr. and Mrs. North, nearly everything points now to Neville Fletcher. And yet - and yet I don't like it."
"He is not guilty," Glass said positively.
"I wonder? How do you arrive at that conclusion?"
"He has not seen the light; he has a naughty tongue, and by his scorning will bring a city into a snare; yet I do not think him a man of violence."