'You remember the tone of the thing?' Buckland added. 'I'll leave it with you; but just glance at one or two of the passages I have marked. The Anglicanism of their writer is decidedly "broad", it seems to me.' He moved apart and watched his sister as she bent over the pages. There was silence for five minutes. Seeing that Sidwell had ceased to read, he ejaculated, 'Well?' 'Has Mr. Peak admitted the authorship?' she asked, slowly and distinctly. 'Yes, and with a cool impudence I hardly expected.' 'Do you mean that he has made no attempt to justify himself?' 'None worth listening to. Practically, he refused an explanation.' Sidwell rested her forehead lightly upon the tips of her fingers; the periodical slipped from her lap and lay open on the floor. 'How did you find this out?' 'In the simplest way. Knowing perfectly well that I had only to get familiar with some of his old friends to obtain proof that he was an impostor, I followed up my acquaintance with Miss Moxey--got hold of her brother--called upon them. Whilst I was there, a man named Malkin came in, and somehow or other he began talking of Peak. I learned at once precisely what I expected, that Peak was known to all these people as a violent anti-Christian. Malkin refused to believe the story of his going in for the Church--it sounded to him a mere joke. Then came out the fact that he had written this article. They all knew about it.' He saw a flush of shame upon Sidwell's half-hidden face. It gratified him. He was resolved to let her taste all the bitterness of her folly. 'It seems pretty clear that the Moxeys--at all events Miss Moxey--knew the rascally part he was playing. Whether they wished to unmask him, or not, I can't say. Perhaps not. Yet I caught an odd look on Miss Moxey's face when that man Malkin began to talk of Peak's characteristics and achievements. It came out, by-the-bye, that he had given all his acquaintances the slip; they had completely lost sight of him--I suppose until Miss Moxey met him by chance at Budleigh Salterton. There's some mystery still. She evidently kept Peak's secret from the Moorhouses and the Walworths. A nice business, altogether!' Again there was a long silence. Then Sidwell raised her face and said, abruptly: 'You may be quite mistaken.' 'How?' 'You went to Mr. Peak in a spirit of enmity and anger. It is not likely he would explain himself. You may have quite misunderstood what he said.' 'Ridiculous! You mean that he was perhaps "converted" after writing this article?--Then why did he allow it to be published?' 'He did not sign it. He may have been unable to withdraw it from the editor's hands.'