“What is that?” I asked, having visions of dynamite.
He solemnly handed me a telegram which read:
“Tom and Mary Bateson” (or some such names) “are seriously ill; pray for them.”
Looking me full in the face, he remarked:
“Tom and Mary Bateson were cured at 2.55.”
It was then 3.30.
“How?” I asked.
“Through my prayers,” he replied, “by faith.” And taking up a little piece of paper, he clicked on it through the machine.
“A duplicate of this,” he explained, “has been posted to the sick man’s friends so that they may have the record, but of course they felt the benefit of the prayer the moment I gave it.”
He spoke so solemnly, so impressively, and with such apparent belief in his own infallibility, that he greatly impressed me. I kept the piece of paper as a memento of the occasion. It is short and business-like, and is here reproduced: