"You are right, David, I believe. I will have a bowl of milk-and-bread also. I must be strong for to-morrow. With God's blessing, it will be a great day for London. There has never been such a chance of doing good before. Yes, I must save myself for that!" "Is it all arranged, Master?" the old man asked. "Are all the great people really coming?" "Yes, David. And, please God, on the day after to-morrow the kingdom shall be thrilled. Sir Thomas Ducaine is coming to inspect his own property in the East End for the first time. Sir Augustus Kirwan is coming--a powerful and influential man. And the Duke of Dover is coming also. Then the Bishop of East London, though he knows very well--saint that he is--will be with us also. Our dear brother Hampson will be of the party, and also that very valiant soldier of Christ, that new recruit, Eric Black. Black and Hampson--God bless them!--will give the result of our pilgrimage to the world. It should wake all London to a storm of anger and indignation. "These things have been discovered and published before, but only in isolated instances and at fugitive times, and the voice has always been stifled and obscured. The vested interests have been too strong. But now there is a real spiritual fervor in London. The Holy Spirit has descended on the city. There is a quickening on all sides, the air is full of the Redeemer's name. Therefore, I trust and pray that the results of our visit to-morrow will be far-reaching. Several other friends and well-wishers will accompany us in addition to the names of those I have mentioned." "It is a fine thing to get these great people to go," said the old man simply. "Then how can you be downcast, Joseph? Surely here is yet another evidence of the favor and protection of God?" "I do not know why this assails me," the Teacher answered; "but it does, and it is there. I cannot help it." David Owen shut the Bible on the table in front of him, and rose to his feet. "Dear Master," he said, "the Son of God was also troubled, in the Desert and in the Garden. But it is well--all is well. All is part of the beneficent ordering of the Father. There is but one medicine for your black thoughts, dear Master, and after you've taken it you'll let come what may." "And that is, old friend?" "The Lord's Prayer," answered the old gentleman, taking off his horn spectacles and placing them upon the table. And, kneeling down, they said it together. * * * * * It was the middle of the morning and a dull, leaden day. There was no fog down in the breathing areas of town, but high above a leaden pall hung over the City of Dreadful Night, shutting out the clear light of the sun, livid, sinister and hopeless. In the big room of the house in Bloomsbury a dozen people were gathered together. Sir Augustus Kirwan was talking to The Duke, a thick-set, clean-shaven man with a strong watchful face. Sir Thomas Ducaine and Eric Black the journalist stood together.