'That's all right, so far as it goes, but it doesn't go far enough; it's an insufficient definition. What's your name?'
'Day and night you call upon My name, yet do not know Me.'
'Look here, my friend; are you suggesting that you're anybody in particular? because, if so, tell us straight out, who? We're not good at conundrums, and at this time of night it's not fair to start us solving them.'
The Stranger was silent. His gaze passed eagerly from face to face. When He had searched them all, He cried:
'Is there not one that knows Me save this woman? Is there not one?'
A man came out from amidst the people, and stood in front of the Stranger.
'I know You,' he said. 'You are Christ.'
CHAPTER VIII
[THE ONLY ONE THAT WAS LEFT]
Stillness followed the man's words until the people began to fidget, and to shuffle with their feet, and to murmur: