“The point hasn’t been raised yet,” said Lemming. “We’ll settle it after the war. Meantime we shall go on.”
“There ought to be scores of them,” Brother Burges repeated as we went out of the door. “All London’s full of the Craft, and no places for them to meet in. Think of the possibilities of it! Think what could have been done by Masonry through Masonry for all the world. I hope I’m not censorious, but it sometimes crosses my mind that Grand Lodge may have thrown away its chance in the war almost as much as the Church has.”
“’Lucky for you the Padre is taking that chap to King’s Cross,” said Brother Lemming, “or he’d be down your throat. What really troubles him is our legal position under Masonic Law. I think he’ll inform on us one of these days. Well, good night, all.” The Doctor and Lemming turned off together.
“Yes,” said Brother Burges, slipping his arm into mine. “Almost as much as the Church has. But perhaps I’m too much of a Ritualist.”
I said nothing. I was speculating how soon I could steal a march on the Clergyman and inform against “Faith and Works No. 5837 E. C.”
THE UNITED IDOLATERS
TO THE COMPANIONS
Horace, Ode 17, Bk. V.
How comes it that, at even-tide,
When level beams should show most truth,