"Between this and then I shall hope to see you, dear Bastin. I want to see you very much on my own account. Your utterances from 'The Prophet's chair,' have aroused strange new thoughts and desires within me, and I want you to help me to a clearer view of the events of the near future. Then, as to the sundering of our business relations, you know me so well that you know I shall treat you handsomely when you retire from the Editorship. "Talking of finance, what special use can money be to a man like me now, if all that you have lately written in the 'Courier'--as to _the future_--be true?" The letter wound up most cordially. Then there followed a "P. S." "My old friend, the Rector of the parish, who has always been keen on theatricals--he would have made a better actor than parson--is having the church seated with plush-covered tip-seats like a theatre, and proposes to have a performance every Sunday Evening, and as often in the week as funds, and interest in the affair, will warrant. Good Heavens! What has the world come to? Then only to think that England's King, is under the supreme rule of a Jew, whose antecedents no one appears to know--that is to say, previous to his meteoric-like appearance when he was twenty-five. 'How are the mighty fallen!" "How, indeed!" murmured Ralph, with a sigh, as he let the letter fall on his table. For a moment or two he stared straight in front of him, then, half aloud, he murmured: "A month only! God help me to make good use of the thirty days! If I can but wake up some of the people of this land to the real position of affairs, I shall be only too thankful." For a few moment's longer he sat on, deep in thought. Then suddenly he started sharply, grew alert in every sense, and sounded a summons for his messenger boy. When the lad appeared, he asked: "Do you know if Mr. Bullen is on the premises?" "Yus, sur, he is!" "Ask him to step this way, at once, please!" George Bullen, was a keen, up-to-date young journalist, a man of thirty-two only, but with a fine record as regarded his profession. A close personal friendship existed between his chief and himself, for he had been wholly won to God through Ralph's efforts. In a few words Ralph explained to the younger man, the changes that were near at hand. Then continuing: "But while you and I, George, represent 'The Courier,' we will make it all the power for God and for humanity that lies in our power. Though I am not sure that we can do much with _humanity_, now. The strong delusion has got such an almost universal grip upon the race, that they will gladly, eagerly swallow all the lie of the Arch-liar, the Anti-christ. In the old days, before the translation of the church, the Bible spoke of 'the whole world lieth in the arms of the Wicked One,' and that is truer than ever now. Well, George, _we_ must do all _we_ can.