The anonymous letters, or rather scrawls, which Philip found by the side of his unconscious wife as he stooped to raise her up, read as follows: "PREACHER: Better pack up and leave.

Milton is not big enough to hold you alive.

Take warning in time." "PREACHER'S WIFE: As long as you stay in Milton there is danger of two funerals.

Dynamite kills women as well as men." Philip sat by the study lounge holding these scrawls in his hand as his wife recovered from her fainting fit after he had applied restoratives.
His heart was filled with horror at the thought of the complete cowardice which could threaten the life of an innocent woman.

There was with it all a feeling of intense contempt of such childish, dime-novel methods of intimidation as that of sticking a knife into the study desk.
If it had not been for its effect on his wife, Philip would have laughed at the whole thing.