"No," said the quiet voice of the man. "No; you are the one He wants. He is seeking you."
"Eh?" she said. Once more her clouded brain cleared. "Eh, how my breath does go. I'm a-going to hell!"
"No. He has sent me to find you; you are not going there."
"How do you know?"
She turned herself an inch or two in her astonishment and stared up at him.
Something in his face seemed to fill her with astonishment.
"Take off your hat," she said. "Are you Jesus Christ?"
It was at this juncture that Helps turned and fled.
He ran as he never ran before in the whole course of his life. Nobody saw him go, and nobody obstructed him in his headlong flight. Presently he got back to the Mission Hall. The place was closed and dark. He was turning away when a woman came out of the deep shelter of the doorway and touched his arm.
"Essie, is that you? My God, Essie, I've seen a ghost!"