It was from the London office of the Cure, and contained the information that one of his largest buyers had reduced his usual order by half.

The news was depressing.

So was the prospect before him, of dripping trees and of evergreens on the lawn trying to make the best of it in forlorn bravery.
Heaven had ordained that the earth should be fair and Sypher's Cure invincible.

Something was curiously wrong in the execution of Heaven's decrees.

He looked again at the preposterous statement, knitting his brow.
Surely this was some base contrivance of the enemy.