‘I suppose you’re right enough, it is bad form; but crime is rather strong, I think.’
‘Not if you consider who it is,’ said Graeme with emphasis.
‘Oh, come now,’ broke in Beetles. ‘Religion is all right, is a good thing, and I believe a necessary thing for the race, but no one takes seriously any longer the Christ myth.’
‘What about your mother, Beetles?’ put in Wig Martin.
Beetles consigned him to the pit and was silent, for his father was an Episcopal clergyman, and his mother a saintly woman.
‘I fooled with that for some time, Beetles, but it won’t do. You can’t build a religion that will take the devil out of a man on a myth. That won’t do the trick. I don’t want to argue about it, but I am quite convinced the myth theory is not reasonable, and besides, it wont work.’
‘Will the other work?’ asked Rattray, with a sneer.
‘Sure!’ said Grame; ‘I’ve seen it.’
‘Where?’ challenged Rattray. ‘I haven’t seen much of it.’
‘Yes, you have, Rattray, you know you have,’ said Wig again. But Rattray ignored him.