laughed. âI can see Iâm not going to win you to my point of view,â he said cheerily. âNot yet. But why donât you stay and worship with us? Thereâs a group coming over tonight for fellowship and praise.â
But Oliver knew he needed to escape Tapsterâs presence. The brief interview had polarized his opinions: Tapster was either very genuine or very fraudulent indeed. If the former, Oliver had no quarrelâand, decidedly, no article. Every time he came close to losing all patience with organized religionâusually after reading about the private lives of American televangelistsâhe remembered the many, many people who had led exemplary lives of sacrifice, or even given up those lives, in the name of their God. Whatever he chose to believe or not believe for his own life, Oliver felt it was impolite to challenge another personâs faith, and he refused to toss his tiny satirical pebbles at the vast bulk of Christianity for fear of hitting Dietrich Bonhoeffer or Mother Teresa.
But if Tapster was a humbug, and he could prove it, then a right good Ferreting would seem to be in order. Perhaps Paul Piltdown could be coaxed out of his diplomacy this evening?
As Oliver came down the stairs, he was surprised to see Paul waiting with Heather Tapster in the entrance hall. Heather glanced up at him and then hurried toward the kitchen. The occasional atonal rumble from the front room suggested that Billy Coppersmith had been left alone, and was testing his abilities on the piano.
âAh, Oliver, good,â said Piltdown quickly. âI came back because I realized you wouldnât know how to get to the manse. Iâve been waiting to take you away.â
âYou neednât have troubled yourself,â Tapster said with some surprise at seeing the minister. He had ducked into the bathroom after the meeting to wash off the traces of honey. âIâd have been happy to give Mr. Swithin directions.â
âNo trouble, I assure you, Nigel,â Piltdown continued with a weak smile, his hand on the front door latch.
Oliver collected his coat, thanked Tapster politely for his hospitalityâHeather did not returnâand followed Piltdown through the front door. They set off at a brisk pace along the dimly lit Plumley streets.
âYou seem pretty settled here,â Oliver commented as they passed a group of carol-singers gathered on a corner around a portable harmonium.
âOh yes, I have a perfect record. Every couple Iâve married in the last three years is still married. And everybody Iâve buried is still dead.â
âTell me about the United Diaconalist Church.â
âWell, as a separate religious group, the Diaconalists go all the way back to the English Reformation. We started as part of the Baptist movement, but the Diaconalists formed their own church in the early eighteenth century.â
âWhy?â
âIt was a protest against factionalism. Fifty years later, after an argument over the need for church unity, we divided into the General Diaconalists and the Reformed Diaconalists. But then a few years later, half of the Reformed Diaconalistsâthe New Reformed Diaconalists, that would beâunited with the General Diaconalists to becomeââ
âThe United Diaconalists. I see.â
âNo, the Particular Diaconalists. We didnât become the United Diaconalists until earlier this century. That was when the Particularsâor, by then, the Reformed Particularsâjoined up with the New Independent Diaconalists. They were an offshoot of the Strict Reformed Diaconalists, who were left over from the Reformed Diaconalists when the New Reformed Diaconalists split.â
âSo the United Diaconalists are now everybody?â
âWell, there are still some members of the Strict Reformed Diaconalists who were not part of the Independent Diaconalist movement. All thatâs left of them is a family of