“Yes, a voice speaks to me continually.”
“Would you say it belonged to any particular person,” said the doctor, “or that it came from any particular source?”
“It is the voice of the Father.”
“The voice of God, I presume?”
“Yes—the voice of God.”
“Does it lay a charge upon you?” the vicar asked.
“It tells me to save the world.”
The complete simplicity of the statement took the vicar and the doctor aback. They looked solemnly at each other, and then at him who had made it.
“And you intend to obey it?” The doctor managed to put the question in a tone of plain matter-of-course.
The young man’s face took a strange pallor. “I must, I must,” he said. And as he spoke his questioners noticed that he had begun to shake violently.