"Then see that you keep it! You come here blustering about your legal rights; but you forget that I've got mine. Where there's a law there's a penalty, and by God I'll enforce it! 'The very letter of the law,' eh? I'll take you at your word; you shall keep it to the letter. Build away! Build away! The sooner you begin the better--for you!" This was probably the boldest move that Sir Wilton Gleed ever made in his life; it was certainly the least considered. But what satisfaction sweeter than hoisting the enemy with his own petard? It is the quintessence of poetic justice, the acme of personal triumph; and the sudden opportunity of achieving his end by means so neat was more than even Wilton Gleed could resist. Every builder and mason within reach was already on his side; not a man of them who would work for dissolute hypocrisy in defiance of might and right. No need to say another word to the masons and the builders. They could be trusted on the whole, and the untrustworthy could be bribed. Gleed had not the smallest scruple in the matter, and he was characteristically forearmed with a public defence of his private conduct. He believed that every right-thinking man would applaud his sharp practice in the cause of religion and of morality; and his confidence was not to be shaken by the way in which his challenge was received. "Are you in earnest?" asked Carlton. "Do you seriously propose to hinder me with one hand and to compel me with the other?" "I mean to take you at your word," Gleed repeated. "You are fond of talking about your duty. Let's see you do it." "You set the builders against me, and then you tell me to build. May I ask if you are prepared to defend such clumsy trickery?" "Any day you like, and glad of the opportunity!" cried Sir Wilton, cheerfully. "All I have done is to give you your proper character where it deserves to be known; you have it to thank if you can't get men to work for you; and it's your look-out. I've heard about enough of you and your church. Go and build it. Go and build it." "I will," said Carlton. "You have had your chance." And he bowed and withdrew with strange serenity. A parting shot followed him through the hall. "You will have to do it with your own two hands!" Carlton made no reply. But in the village he committed a fresh enormity. He was seen to smile. XI LABOUR OF HERCULES