But here again, as on former occasions, Jesus answered not directly to the question of the priests, but rather questioned them. He said, “I also ask you one thing, which if ye tell me, I likewise will tell you by what authority I do these things. The baptism of Jochanan, was it from heaven or of men? Answer me.” And they answered and said unto Jesus, “We cannot tell.” Then said Jesus unto them, “Then neither will I tell by what authority I do these things. To what is the matter like? There was a man had two sons. And the man came to the first, and said, ‘My son, go work in my vineyard.’ But he said, ‘I will not.’ Howbeit afterward he repented, and went to work. But the man went to the second, and spake in like manner. But he answered, ‘I go, sir.’ But yet he went not. Whether of these twain did the will of his father?” And we all answered, “The first.” Then Jesus looked slowly around at us all, and said, “This I say unto you, the publicans and harlots enter into the kingdom of heaven before you. For Jochanan came unto you in the way of righteousness, and ye heeded him not, but the harlots and the publicans heeded him: but ye, even when ye saw this, repented not.” Now, at this public insult to all of priestly rank, I saw dart forward Hanan the High Priest, as if he would have rent the man Jesus. But Caiaphas his son‐in‐law caught him by the wrist, and whispered words in his ear. But Hanan broke loose, and called out in a loud voice, “My guard, my guard!” Whereat many of the folk who had come with Jesus into the Court of the Gentiles came forward round him, and put their hands to their weapons. He indeed said naught, nor seemed aware of the conflict that threatened. But Caiaphas turned, and in a loud voice said, “I go to perform the mid‐day sacrifice,” and walked slowly out of the court back to the Temple. And we all followed him. Now, when we returned from performing the sacrifice, Jesus had left the courts of the Temple, which had become bare and empty of people. And as I went homeward to my house in the Street of the Bakers, I looked down from the Xystus Bridge, and saw trooping down the Tyropœon Jesus and a great multitude of the people, who crowded round him, as if eager to touch the hem of his garment. I stood and watched till they reached the Fountain Gate, through which he passed; and shortly afterwards I could see him on the road to the Fountain of Rogel, still accompanied by many of the people. What was to come of that day’s work I knew not. For the first time the discontent of the common folk with the management of the Temple by the priests had come to a head, and had resulted in this open conflict between Jesus and the High Priests. The city was full of strangers excited by thoughts of the coming festival. The common people had not yet calmed themselves from the thoughts of rebellion which had been raised by the rising of Jesus Bar Abbas and others. The whole city was as tow ready for the spark of fire.