"Who is Henderson?" I asked.
"A great friend of mine."
I sighed. "I don't see the use of torturing the poor boy with any more doctors, Arthur. Both Sir Frederic and Jeffson pronounced the case absolutely hopeless."
"But Henderson isn't a doctor," replied Arthur in his leisurely way.
"Then why send for him?" I asked most unreasonably.
"He is a spiritual healer, and has worked some wonderful cures. If any one can save Frank, he can."
"I don't believe in that sort of thing," I replied, with all the irritability of helpless misery.
"Probably not; but I don't see what that has to do with it. Our belief in anything doesn't affect the thing itself, it only affects us."
"Then do you believe that your friend can cure the boy, after three doctors have given him up?"
Arthur thought for a moment, and then he said: "No, I don't believe that Henderson can cure the boy; but I believe that Christ working through Henderson can do so, and I am going to see if He will."