Mr.Warner's low-down suspicion was laid in the cold, cold grave, where it apparently belonged.

It was a suspicion based upon mere internal evidence, anyway; and when you come to internal evidence, it's a big field and a game that two can play at: as witness this other internal evidence, discovered by the writer of the note above quoted, that 'it is a wonderful letter--which no Christian genius, much less one unsanctified, could ever have written.' I had permission now to print--provided I suppressed names and places and sent my narrative out of the country.

So I chose an Australian magazine for vehicle, as being far enough out of the country, and set myself to work on my article.

And the ministers set the pumps going again, with the letter to work the handles.
But meantime Brother Page had been agitating.

He had not visited the penitentiary, but he had sent a copy of the illustrious letter to the chaplain of that institution, and accompanied it with--apparently inquiries.