He remembered the fair morning in Jerusalem when, with the earliest light of dawn, he had gone to work with his Arab boys before the heat of the day. From the Mosque of Omar he had heard the sonorous chant of the muezzin. "THE NIGHT HAS GONE WITH THE DARKNESS, AND THE DAY APPROACHES WITH LIGHT AND BRIGHTNESS! "PRAISE GOD FOR SECURING HIS FAVOUR AND KINDNESS! "GOD IS MOST GREAT! GOD IS MOST GREAT! I TESTIFY THAT THERE IS NO GOD BUT GOD! "I TESTIFY THAT MOHAMMED IS THE APOSTLE OF GOD! "COME TO PRAYER! "COME TO SECURITY! "PRAYER IS BETTER THAN SLEEP! "GOD IS MOST GREAT! "THERE IS NO GOD BUT GOD! "ARISE, MAKE MORNING, AND TO GOD BE THE PRAISE!" He had heard the magnificent chant as he passed by, almost kneeling with his Arabs. So short a time ago! Hardly three months--he had kept no count of time lately, but it could hardly be four months. How utterly unconscious he had been on that radiant morning outside the Damascus Gate! He had seen the men at work, and was sitting under his sun-tent writing on his pad; he was just lighting a cigarette, he remembered, when Ionides, the foreman, had come running up to him, his shrewd, brown face wrinkled with excitement. And now, even as he sat there on that stormy midnight, far from the world, even now the whole globe was echoing and reverberating with his discovery. He had opened the little rock chambers, and it seemed that the blows of the picks had set free a troop of ruinous spirits, who were devastating mankind. Pandora's box--that legend fitted what he had done, but with a deadly difference. He could not find that Hope remained. It would have been better a thousand times if the hot Eastern sun had struck him down that distant morning on his way through the city. The awful weight, the initial responsibility rested with _him_. _He_ alone had been the means by which the world was being shaken with horrors--horrors growing daily, and that seemed as if the end would be unutterable night. How the wind shrieked and wailed! Εγω Ιωσηφ ὁ ἀπο Αριμαθειας. The words were written in fire on his mind! The wind was shrieking louder and louder. The Atlantic boomed in one continuous burst of sound. He looked once more at the leading article in the paper. It was that article which was long afterwards remembered as the "Simple Statement" article. The writer had spoken the thought that was by this time trembling for utterance on the lips and in the brains of all Englishmen--the thought which had never been so squarely faced, so frankly stated before. Here and there passages started out more vividly than the rest. The words seemed to start out and stab him. * * * * * "--So much for INDIA, where, sprung from the same Cause, the indications are impossible to mistake. "Let us now turn to the ANGLO-SAXON sprung communities other than these Islands.