But one day I got a solid wad of comfort.
In a corner of Letchford's paper, the _Critic_, I found a letter which was one of the steepest pieces of invective I had ever met with.

The writer gave tongue like a beagle pup about the prostitution, as he called it, of American republicanism to the vices of European aristocracies.

He declared that Senator La Follette was a much-misunderstood patriot, seeing that he alone spoke for the toiling millions who had no other friend.

He was mad with President Wilson, and he prophesied a great awakening when Uncle Sam got up against John Bull in Europe and found out the kind of standpatter he was.

The letter was signed 'John S.Blenkiron' and dated 'London, 3 July'.
The thought that Blenkiron was in England put a new complexion on my business.