"Of course. That handicaps us tremendously. But...." "Would a cheque--be of use?" He looked at her thoughtfully for a moment, as if not quite sure of her meaning. Then he smiled and shook his head. "You don't understand. One of the principles of our plan is to be beholden to no one. We can't accept gifts. You see--we want no vestries." There was a note of bitterness in his voice. "But I--surely--" He sensed that she was a little hurt. "We take up a collection. You might drop in some night, and then--if you cared to...." "Yes," she said thoughtfully, "I'll come." They were silent for a little while, but it was a silence in which there was no consciousness of the flight of time. "Who are your speakers?" asked Judith finally, already feeling that she had a personal share in the enterprise. "Clergymen?" "Sometimes. But that's not essential. It's the man we seek--not the creed. We want anyone with a message. We've had all kinds. You see, we're not engaged in propaganda--rather we're spreading the truth--as all kinds of men see it. We're committed to nothing. It's a good deal like _The Dispatch_--no policy but the truth. By the way, how's that going?" "As well as could be expected, I suppose," said Judith with an apathy which did not escape him. "I really have very little to do with it." "That's natural." "I suppose so. Anyway, Mr. Good and Roger need no assistance from me." "Is Roger really active?" "Indeed he is. He used to be rather submissive to me, but now he acts as if I really knew very little about it. I'm glad he does, too. It shows he's grown up. The best thing about _The Dispatch_ is what it's done for Roger." "No, it isn't," said Imrie soberly. "That's a good thing, of course. I'm delighted. But it's not the best thing--not by a long way. Frankly I was sceptical about _The Dispatch_ at first. I thought your friend Good was just a crank. But the paper's gone ahead so splendidly. It's done such a really wonderful work--and then, you see, when I waked up, I saw things differently. The people I've been in contact with lately have made me understand Good. I used rather to dislike him. I honestly admire him now." "Yes," said Judith quietly, "he is rather admirable." Something in her voice made Imrie study her narrowly. A wistful look crept into his eyes, and he was silent. Judith, subconsciously, realised the change in him and she hastened to shift the topic. "But this work doesn't take all your time, does it? What else are you doing?" She rather expected a denial, and his reply surprised her. "No, it doesn't," he said, with something of his former enthusiasm gone. "Or rather I haven't told you all of our work. You see Weis has gone into politics rather more or less in his own city, and we're drifting that way, too. They want me to run for alderman. I live downtown now, you see. It's a bad ward. The decent people have never had a chance in it. Of course it sounds silly--but really--I think seriously of it."