"Still, it's so very surprising—however, the fact is ... we've bought a newspaper—The Dispatch!"
"Yes?" Imrie refused to show any surprise at all. Obviously he thought it was some subtle jest they were playing upon him.
"You don't understand," cried Judith, "I'm the owner of a newspaper."
"Well—what for?"
"To tell the truth," she said solemnly.
Imrie smiled indulgently. "That's praiseworthy, I'm sure," he said ironically.
That was too much for Good. Obviously the clergyman did not understand. He must be made to understand. His timidity slipped from him and he plunged into an explanation of the great plans they were making.
Imrie listened attentively, and as he caught the significance of the idea his manner changed from scepticism to something approaching enthusiasm. Then his face slowly hardened and a semblance of a sneer formed on his lips.
"Telling the truth may get you into trouble," he said half to himself.
"Of course," cried Good, "it not only may—it's certain to."