244 IN THE YEAR OF JUBILEE
trouble of reflecting that an ignorant woman is the last creature to be moralised by anything but the Christian code; he saw straight into the fact — that there was no hope of impressing Ada with ideas of goodness, truthfulness, purity, simply because she recognised no moral authority.
For such minds no moral authority — merely as a moral authority — is or can be valid. Such natures are ruled only by superstition — the representative of reasoned faith in nobler beings. Rob them of their superstition, and they perish amid all uncleanliness.
Thou shalt not lie — for God consumes a liar in the flames of hell! Ada Peachey could lend ear to no admonition short of that. And, living when she did, bred as she was, only a John Knox could have impressed her with this menace — to be forgotten when the echoes of his voice had failed.
He did not enjoy his chop this evening. In the game of chess that followed he played idly, with absent thoughts. And before the glow of sunset had died from the calm heaven he set out to walk homeward, anxious, melancholy.
On approaching the house he suffered, as always, from quickened pulse and heart constricted with fear. Until he knew that all was well, he looked like a man who anticipates dread calamity. This evening, on opening the door, he fell back terror-stricken. In the hall stood a police-constable, surrounded by a group of women: Mrs. Peachey, her sisters, Emma the nurse-girl, and two other servants.
“Oh, here you are at last!” exclaimed his wife, in a voice exhausted with rage. “You’re just in time to see this beast taken off to the lock-up. Perhaps you’ll believe me now!”
“What is it? What has she done?”
“Stolen money, that’s what she’s done — your precious Emma! She’s been at it for a long time; Ive told you some one was robbing me. So I marked some coins in my purse, and left it in
