One night as he stood with his assistant in the hall after the men had gone, Hodder could contain himself no longer.
"Look here, McCrae," he broke out, "these men never come to church—or only a very few of them."
"No more they do," McCrae agreed.
"Why don't they?"
"Ye've asked them, perhaps."
"I've spoken to one or two of them," admitted the rector.
"And what do they tell you?"
Hodder smiled.
"They don't tell me anything. They dodge."
"Precisely," said McCrae.