'This man Walters wants to see the person all the talk's about. There are a lot of his friends in the crowd, and rather than have any fuss I thought I'd let them come.'
'Right, sergeant. Mr. Walters is at liberty to see this person if this person is disposed to see him, which I'm rather inclined to doubt.'
'We'll see about that,' muttered Walters to his companions, as with them he hurried up the steps.
At the top he paused, regarding the poor wretches struggling fatuously in the street.
'That looks promising for us. So he won't heal them. Why? No reason given, I suppose. I dare say he won't heal us; for the same reason. Well, we'll see. Mind you shut the front door when we go in. I rather fancy we shall want some persuasion before we see the logic of such a reason as that.'
The door was closed as he suggested. In the hall he was met by Ada.
'What is it that you want?'
'You know very well what it is. We want a few words with the stranger who is in this house.'
'It is the Lord!'
'Very well. We want a few words with the Lord.'