"You are afraid of _intellect_ when it is brought to bear on these questions." "I thought that would be your rejoinder. Superficially it is a very telling one, because there is nothing so insidious as a half-truth. In a sense what you say is true. There are a great many Christians whose faith is weak and whose natural inclinations, assisted by supernatural temptations, are towards a life of sin. Christianity keeps them from it. Now, your books come in the way of such people as these far more readily and easily than works of Christian apologetics written with equal power. An _attack_ upon our position has all the elements of popularity and novelty. _It is more seen._ For example, ten thousand people have heard of your _Christ Reconceived_ for every ten who know Lathom's _Risen Master_. You have said the last word for agnosticism and made it widely public, the Master of Trinity Hall has said the last word for Christianity and only scholars know of it. It isn't the strength of your case which makes you dangerous, it's the ignorance of the public and a condition of affairs which makes it possible for you to shout loudest." "Well, there is at least a half-truth in what you say also, Mr. Ripon," said Schuabe. "But you don't seem to have brought anything to eat. Will you share my luncheon basket? There is quite enough for two people." Father Ripon had been called away after the early Eucharist, and had quite forgotten to have any breakfast. "Thank you very much," he said; "I will. I suddenly seem to be hungry, and after all there is scriptural precedent for spoiling the Egyptians!" Both laughed again, sheathed their weapons, and began to eat. Each of them was a man of the world, cultured, with a charming personality. Each knew the other was impervious to attack. Only once, as the short afternoon was darkening and they were approaching their destination, did Schuabe refer to controversial subjects. The carriage was shadowed and dusky as they rushed through the desolate fenlands. The millionaire lit a match for a cigarette, and the sudden flare showed the priest's face, set and stern. He seemed to be thinking deeply. "What would you say or do, Father Ripon," Schuabe asked, in a tone of interested curiosity,--"What would you do if some stupendous thing were to happen, something to occur which proved without doubt that Christ was not divine? Supposing that it suddenly became an absolute fact, a historical fact which every one must accept?" "Some new discovery, you mean?"