Mr.Justice Saunders, a tall, stout man with a florid face, made a tour of the factory under the charge of one of the senior Sisters.

He took little notice of what he was shown, being mainly bent on explaining to his escort how he came to be known in legal circles as 'Satan Saunders.' Afterwards he added a tale of how he had once bluffed a crowd in an out-of-the-way country town into giving three cheers for the Queen.
'You're all loyal here,' he said.

'I saw the Union Jack flying over the gate as I came in.' The nun smiled, a slow, enigmatic smile, and the Judge, watching her, was struck by her innocence and simplicity.' 'Surely,' she said, 'the Church must always be loyal.' 'Well, I'm not so sure of that.

I've met a few firebrands of priests in my time.' 'Oh, those!' she said with a shrug of her shoulders.

'You must not think of them.