Edgar Wallace

“ It was a carefully reasoned, beautifully phrased appeal for human charity and loving-kindness, and it was not until the end was approaching and when the congregation had braced its feet to rise for the benediction, that he leaned over the edge of the pulpit and spoke in a new and a tremulous voice.
What he was saying, Jimmy could not gather. It was a wild appeal for the unity of man with man, for charity in all dealings, for love in all relationships, for the casting out of all hate and prejudices, and as he progressed his words grew wilder, his sentences more involved. ”

“ Ferdie shook his head. “He was the most horribly modern person you could meet,” he said. “Specialized in bugs and isms; he was a terror to the sixth form—he took us in science.”
“That accounts for his acquaintance with Maggerson and the prime minister,” nodded Jimmy. “I'd like to hear this gentleman.”
“He'll terrify you,” warned Ferdie.
“Not he!” said Jimmy confidently, “There isn't an ex-head master in the world, bar one, that could put fear into my brave heart.”
“This is the one I bar,” said Ferdie, “but I'll go.”
He looked at Delia and nodded. ”

“ CHAPTER XI. Jimmy went back to the house. Delia's concern and sorrow, Delia's swift flight for hot water and cotton wool and iodine, and Delia's almost motherly treatment of a sore shin made Tom Elmers a respectable member of society and a daily encounter with him something to be looked forward to.
“It might have broken a bone,” said the girl in a hushed voice. “You ought to go straight to bed, Mr. Blake.”
Jimmy exchanged glances with Ferdie. ”