destiny. You will have noticed, for instance, that we speak frequently of the relationship of brotherhood. This is to remind us that we must, in the words of the poet, die of the absolute paternal care â¦â
âMy father wasnât like that at all,â said Pibble, with bright interest, tangling the web again. Brother Providence rose with another sigh and started to climb the stairs. Pibble followed, wondering whether his slight grogginess came from delayed shock at his fall or from the sense of having beaten off a sudden, violent ambush. Crippen, this was a nasty creed. Or perhaps it was only nastily explicit. Even at fifteen, shambling up the street with his torn satchel under his arm, Jamie had sensed that Mr Toger would have liked to have come a good deal further into the house than the doorstep, and comforted the smooth-skinned widow with more than tracts.
Where had Providence come from, Pibble wondered. What had he been in Babylon? There was something teasing about his manner of speech. Donnish, heâd first decided, but now he felt that was wrong; there was a man-of-affairs undertone too, and a sort of social ease that hinted at a life among the nobs. Also, unconnected with this, a curious feeling that he knew Pibble better than Pibble knew him. It made Pibble uncomfortable.
At the top of the stairs Providence lifted a trap-door to let in the brimming light and the hissing, gull-riddled air.
âWhat a marvellous view,â said Pibble.
âAll the kingdoms of the earth.â
âReally?â
âReally in our terms, metaphorically in yours.â
No ambush hereâthe smile was that of any New Theologian expounding on Meeting Point a paradox which he knows his four million viewers are too crass to resolve.
âIâm not so sure of my own terms as you are of yours,â said Pibble.
âTell me why you came here, Superintendent. I know that Simplicity contrived to invite youâwithout telling us, I may sayâbut it must have been inconvenient for a busy policeman, and I am sure you are not the type to make a tedious journey for the pleasure of meeting a famous name.â
âItâs difficult to explain,â said Pibble. âI was an only child and my father died when I was eleven. He mattered a lot to me, and Iâve always wanted to know more about himâin a rather obsessive way, you might say. Anyway, he worked for Sir Francis for several years before the First World War, and when Sir Francis sent for me I thought it would be my last chance of meeting anyone who knew him in that period. The letter reached me in a roundabout way, and heâd given me a final date which was to-day, so I had to come in a hurry.â
âWhy should he do that?â
âI think he thought the letter mightnât reach me, and he wanted to feel that there was a date beyond which he wouldnât expect me any longer.â
âIt seems a curious way to acquire information for his book. He cannot have expected you to have much to contribute.â
âI thought the book was supposed to be some sort of a secret.â
Brother Providence laughed benignly.
âMy dear man,â he said, âhow can it be a secret? I should think the sections he has finished must be being translated into forty languages at this very moment. Why, itâs my only regret since I left Babylon that I shall never be able to read it.â
âI meant a secret among the Community.â
âStrange.â
âWell, nobody talked about it, and otherwise Iâd have thought they would have. It must be quite an excitement for you all.â
âOur excitements are not of this world, Superintendent.â
âI meant that having publishers and editors coming and going must have been a bit of a disruption.â
âSimplicity conducted all his negotiations by post. The first we knew of the book was the arrival of two journalists in a launch, wishing to
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