"Why did you have that stuff set up in type? Did you think, too?"
"Oh, no, sir," protested the printer. "I have to set what they send me. . . ."
"Nobody has to do anything but what I want," Bishop Linda declared decisively. "Jost, sit down and read the drivel you put together this morning. Read it, I tell you."
"For a long time past," Father Jost read, in trembling tones, from his own leading article—"for a long time past the public has been disturbed by the knavish imposture . . ."
"What?"
"Knavish imposture, my lord," groaned Father Jost. "I thought—I—I see now . . ."
"What do you see?"
"That 'knavish imposture' is a little too forcible."
"So I should think. Read on!"
". . . knavish imposture carried on with the so-called Absolute . . . by means of which the Freemasons, the Jews and other progressives are befooling the world. It has been scientifically demonstrated . . ."
"Look at Jost! Look at him!" cried Bishop Linda. "He has scientifically demonstrated something! Read on."
". . . scientifically demonstrated," stammered the unfortunate Jost, "that the so-called Absolute
