Percy was outraged.

"I'm her brother!" He was about to substantiate the statement by

giving his name, but stopped himself. He had had enough of letting

his name come out on occasions like the present. When the

policeman had arrested him in the Haymarket, his first act had been

to thunder his identity at the man: and the policeman, without

saying in so many words that he disbelieved him, had hinted

scepticism by replying that he himself was the king of Brixton.

"I'm her brother!" he repeated thickly.

The curate's disapproval deepened. In a sense, we are all brothers;

but that did not prevent him from considering that this mud-stained

derelict had made an impudent and abominable mis-statement of fact.

Not unnaturally he came to the conclusion that he had to do with a

victim of the Demon Rum.

"You ought to be ashamed of yourself," he said severely. "Sad

piece of human wreckage as you are, you speak like an educated man.

Have you no self-respect? Do you never search your heart and

shudder at the horrible degradation which you have brought on

yourself by sheer weakness of will?"

He raise his voice. The subject of Temperance was one very near to

the curate's heart. The vicar himself had complimented him only

yesterday on the good his sermons against the drink evil were doing

in the village, and the landlord of the Three Pigeons down the road

had on several occasions spoken bitter things about blighters who

came taking the living away from honest folks.

"It is easy enough to stop if you will but use a little resolution.

You say to yourself, 'Just one won't hurt me!' Perhaps not. But

can you be content with just one? Ah! No, my man, there is no

middle way for such as you. It must be all or nothing. Stop it

now--now, while you still retain some semblance of humanity. Soon it

will be too late! Kill that craving! Stifle it! Strangle it! Make

up your mind now--now, that not another drop of the accursed stuff

shall pass your lips... ."

The curate paused. He perceived that enthusiasm was leading him

away from the main issue. "A little perseverance," he concluded

rapidly, "and you will soon find that cocoa gives you exactly the

same pleasure. And now will you please be getting along. You have

frightened the young lady, and she cannot continue her walk unless

I assure her that you have gone away."

Fatigue, pain and the annoyance of having to listen to this man's

well-meant but ill-judged utterances had combined to induce in

Percy a condition bordering on hysteria. He stamped his foot, and

uttered a howl as the blister warned him with a sharp twinge that

this sort of behaviour could not be permitted.




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