“But the Bishop is not going to remove you for one false step, is he, Christian? He cannot do that, can he?” pleaded the woman.
“That is what I asked him,” Christian answered. “And he handed me a type-written memorandum of what he called my record. It seems that for six months they have been spying upon me. Read it for yourself.”
Mrs. Goodheart took the paper and read, with trembling hands:
“‘January 1, 1898—wished Peggy Meguire a happy New Year.’ Did you really, Christian?”
WISHED HER A HAPPY NEW-YEAR
“I don’t remember doing so,” sighed the Gloomster. “If I did, it must have been in sarcasm, for I hate Peggy Meguire, and I am sure I wish her nothing of the sort. I told the Bishop so, but all he would say was, ‘Read on.’”
“‘February 23, 1898,’” Mrs. Goodheart continued, reading from the paper—“‘took off his coat and wrapped it about the shivering form of a freezing woman.’