“You think, in fact, that there’s someone going up and down Wilbraham Crescent selecting a victim from every house? Really, James, that is almost blasphemous.” “Blasphemous, Edith?” said Mr. Waterhouse in lively surprise. Such an aspect of his remark would never have occurred to him. “Reminiscent of the Passover,” said Miss Waterhouse. “Which, let me remind you, is Holy Writ.”
