"I said disingenuous."

The evangelist turned toward the audience. "I protest against this
intrusion upon this meeting. I appeal to the audience for British fair
play."

Murmurs were heard from the audience and subdued signs of approval. The
Rector glanced upon the people.

"Fair play," he cried, "you will get as will any man who appears
properly accredited and properly qualified to proclaim the Gospel, but
in the name of this Christian community, I will prevent the exploitation
of an unwary and trusting people."

"Liberty of speech!" called a voice from a dark corner.

"Liberty of speech," roared the Rector. "Who of you wants liberty of
speech? Let him stand forth."

There followed a strained and breathless silence. The champion of free
speech retreated behind his discretion.

"Ah, I thought so," said the Rector in grim contempt.

But even as he spoke a quiet voice invaded the tense silence like a bell
in a quiet night. It was Mrs. Gwynne, her slight girlish figure standing
quietly erect, her face glowing as with an inner light, her eyes resting
in calm fearlessness upon the Rector's heated countenance.

"Sir," she said, "my conscience will not permit me to sit in silence in