Egholm was to prepare a grand speech for the meeting next Wednesday. Karlsen knew—now he came to think of it—quite a lot of first-rate texts that could be used, in support of the new discovery.
“But don’t you think”—Egholm lowered his voice confidentially—“wouldn’t it be better if I went round to the Brethren, and just let them know how it stands?”
Karlsen pondered.
“H’m. I should say, the best way’s to take the whole congregation by surprise, all at once. Better effect, you know, when you can stand there and throw out a hand and there it is! And you’ve quite a decent platform manner, to my mind.”
“Yes,” agreed Egholm, beaming.
“Anyhow, I’ll trot round and tackle a few of the thickest heads myself. I’ve a certain amount of influence, you know, and authority, and all that. I know how to manage them.”
“Why, then, it’s as good as done!” Egholm’s voice was almost a song.
“Easy as winking,” said Karlsen confidently.
“You don’t know how glad I am you came over to the right side at once.”
“Oh, never mind about that. You can always do me a little service some time in return.”