“I don’t think I know Purvis,” mused Challis.
“Purvis & Co. in the Square,” prompted Elmer. “Black-and-white fellow; black moustache and side whiskers, black eyes and white face. There’s a suggestion of the Methodist pulpit about him. Doesn’t appear in the shop much, and when he does, always looks as if he’d sooner sell you a Bible than a bottle of whisky.”
“Ah, yes! I know,” said Challis. “I daresay you’re right, Elmer; but it will be difficult to persuade this child to answer any questions his examiners may put to him.”
“Surely he must be open to reason,” roared Elmer. “You tell me he has an extraordinary intelligence, and in the next sentence you imply that the child’s a fool who can’t open his mouth to serve his own interests. What’s your paradox?”
“Sublimated material. Intellectual insight and absolute spiritual blindness,” replied Challis, getting to his feet. “The child has gone too far in one direction—in another he has made not one step. His mind is a magnificent, terrible machine. He has the imagination of a mathematician and a logician developed beyond all conception, he has not one spark of the imagination of a poet. And so he cannot deal with men; he can’t understand their weaknesses and limitations; they are geese and hens to him, creatures to be scared out of his vicinity. However, I will see what I can do. Could you arrange for the members of the Authority to come to my place?”
“I should think so. Yes,” said Elmer. “I say, Challis, are you sure you’re right about this child? Sounds to me like some—some freak.”
“You’ll see,” returned Challis. “I’ll try and arrange an interview. I’ll let you know.”
“And, by the way,” said Elmer, “you had better invite Crashaw to be present. He will put Purvis’s back up, and that’ll enlist the difficult grocer on our side probably.”
When Challis had gone, Elmer stood for a few minutes, thoughtfully scratching the ample red surface of his wide, clean-shaven cheek. “I don’t know,” he ejaculated at last, addressing his empty study, “I don’t know.” And with that expression he put all thought of Victor Stott away from him, and sat down to write an exhaustive article on the necessity for a broader basis in primary education.