"In accordance with a solemn duty, I--I proclaim this man to be--" But before he could proceed the Precursor interrupted.
"People! Mystics!" he cried, raising his penetrating voice.

"Is this right?
Is this permissible ?" A murmur rose from the chapel.
Bale-Corphew's face became purple.
"People! hear me!" he exclaimed.

"This man is no Prophet.

He is an impostor! A fraud! I have proof.

I can give you proof!" Of the extraordinary effect of these words Enid--crouching helplessly in her seat--saw nothing.