“Father’s in touch with a heap of them, you know. By letter. He got a letter the other day from John the Apostle. He’s in London.”
“John the Apostle? You don’t mean.... Is that....”
“Exactly. He lives in London. Don’t you know it’s written: ‘If he tarry till I come, what is that to thee?’ Yes, he’ll be here all right, up to the day of the coming again. Father’s got his address, but he keeps himself quiet, you understand, mostly. And Father doesn’t say where he is, but I managed to get hold of it, all the same. I sent him a picture post card from Veile only yesterday.”
Egholm ran in to borrow a pipe from Marinus. On the way he whispered to his wife:
“He’s the biggest liar on earth. But if only he’d hand over that money.... I can’t stand the suspense. Put in a prayer meanwhile.”
The Evangelist puffed great clouds, and delivered another turn or so.
“I’ve something to tell you, my dear friend—in confidence, that is. The Star of Bethlehem’s been seen!”
He bent over Egholm and stared full into his eyes.
“Yes, the Star of Bethlehem—right over Odense, it was.”