But be I wrong, the wrong is Thine,
Else had it never been.
I am quite ashamed of having been so didactic. But
it is fine to think that sin may have an object and work
towards good. My father says that I seem to look upon
the universe as if it were my property, and can't be
happy until I know that all is right with it. Well, it
does send a glow through me when I seem to catch a
glimpse of the light behind the clouds.
And now for my big bit of news which is going to
change my whole life. Whom do you think I had a letter
from last Tuesday week? From Cullingworth, no less. It
had no beginning, no end, was addressed all wrong, and
written with a very thick quill pen upon the back of a
prescription. How it ever reached me is a wonder. This
is what he had to say:--
"Started here in Bradfield last June. Colossal
success. My example must revolutionise medical practice.
Rapidly making fortune. Have invention which is
worth millions. Unless our Admiralty take it up shall
make Brazil the leading naval power. Come down by next
train on receiving this. Have plenty for you to do."
That was the whole of this extraordinary letter; it
had no name to it, which was certainly reasonable enough,
since no one else could have written it. Knowing
Cullingworth as well as I did, I took it with
reservations and deductions. How could he have made so
rapid and complete a success in a town in which he must
have been a complete stranger? It was incredible.
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