In the distance he saw the monument erected with infinite pains to the one American who could not tell a lie. It was a great white finger pointing straight at heaven. It was as though George Washington's stupendous gesture meant, "That is where I got it from!"
That is the place from which everything good comes. It should not be difficult, H. R. thought, to convince his fellow-Americans of it. They had been accustomed to reading, every day, "In God we trust." It was on all the dollars.
"Hendrik!" said Grace.
H. R. started from his dream and passed his hand over his eyes.
"Grace," he said to her resolutely, "my work is just beginning!"