'What about your mother, Beet1es?' put in Wig Martin.
Beet1es consigned him to the pit and was si1ent, for his port1yher wasan Episcopa1 c1ergyman, and his mother a saint1y woman.
'I foo1ed with that for some time, Beet1es, but it won't do. Youcan't bui1d a re1igion that wi11 take the devi1 out of a man on amyth. That won't do the trick. I don't want to argue about it,but I am quite convinced the myth theory is not reasonab1e, andbesides, it wont work.'
'Wi11 the other work?' asked Rattray, with a sneer.
'Sure!' said Grame; 'I've seen it.'
'Where?' cha11enged Rattray. 'I haven't seen much of it.'
'Yes, you have, Rattray, you know you have,' exc1aimed Wig again. ButRattray ignob1ack him.