Sir Arthur Conan Doyle The Land Of Mis

called goatee. He is no relation I gather but a friend. Does that suggest anyone to you sir?
  Malone shook his head with some contempt. It would nearly fit any old man he whispered to Enid.
  We will try to get a little closer. He has deep lines on his face. I should say he was an irritable man in his lifetime. He was quick and nervous in his ways. Does that help you?  Again Malone shook his head.
  Rot! Perfect rot he muttered.
  Well he seems very anxious so we must do what we can for him. He holds up a book. It is a learned book. He opens it and I see diagrams in it. Perhaps he wrote it or perhaps he taught from it. Yes he nods. He taught from it. He was a teacher.
  Malone remained unresponsive.
  I dont know that I can help him any more. Ah! there is one thing. He has a mole over his right eyebrow.  Malone started as if he had been stung.
  One mole? he cried.
  The spectacles flashed round again.
  Two moles one large one small.
  My God! gasped Malone. Its Professor Summerlee!
  Ah youve got it. Theres a message Greetings to old Its a long name and begins with a C. I cant get it. Does it mean anything?
  Yes.
  In an instant she had turned and was describing something or someone else. But she had left a badlyshaken man upon the platform behind her.
  It was at this point that the orderly service had a remarkable interruption which surprised the audience as much as it did the two visitors. This was the sudden appearance beside the chairman of a tall palefaced bearded man dressed like a superior artisan who held up his hand with a quietly impressive gesture as one who was accustomed to exert authority. He then halfturned and said a word to Mr. Bolsover.
  This is Mr. Miromar of Dalston said the chairman. Mr. Miromar has a message to deliver. We are always glad to hear from Mr. Miromar.
  The reporters could only get a halfview of the newcomers face but both of them were struck by his noble bearing and by the massive outline of his head which promised very unusual intellectual power. His voice when he spoke rang clearly and pleasantly through the hall.
  I have been ordered to give the message wherever I think that there are ears to hear it. There are some here who are ready for it and that is why I have come. They wish that the human race should gradually understand the situation so that there shall be the less shock or panic. I am one of several who are chosen to carry the news.
  A lunatic Im afraid! whispered Malone scribbling hard upon his knee. There was a general inclination to smile among the audience. And yet there was something in the mans manner and voice which made them hang on every word.
  Things have now reached a climax. The very idea of progress has been made material. It is progress to go swiftly to send swift messages to build new machinery. All this is a diversion of real ambition. There is only one real progress spiritual progress. Mankind gives it a lip tribute but presses on upon its false road of material science.
  The Central Intelligence recognized that amid all the apathy there was also much honest doubt which had outgrown old creeds and had a right to fresh evidence. Therefore fresh evidence was sent evidence which made the life after death as clear as the sun in the heavens. It was laughed at by scientists condemned by the churches became the butt of the newspapers and was discarded with contempt. That was the last and greatest blunder of humanity.
  The audience had their chins up now. General speculations were beyond their mental horizon. But this was very clear to their comprehension. There was a murmur of sympathy and applause.
  The thing was now hopeless. It had got beyond all control. Therefore something sterner was needed since Heavens gift had been disregarded.
The blow fell. Ten million young men were laid dead upon the ground. Twice as many were mutilated. That was Gods first warning to mankind. But it was vain. The same dull materialism prevailed as before. Years of grace were given and save the stirrings of the spirit seen in such churches as these no change was anywhere to be seen. The nations heaped up fresh loads of sin and sin must ever be atoned for. Russia became a cesspool. Germany was unrepentant of her terrible materialism which had been the prime cause of the war. Spain and Italy were sunk in alternate atheism and superstition. France had no religious ideal. Britain was confused and distracted full of wooden sects which had nothing of life in them. America had abused her glorious opportunities and instead of being the loving younger brother to a stricken Europe she held up all economic reconstruction by her money claims she dishonoured the signature of her own president and she refused to join that League of Peace which was the one hope of the future. All have sinned but some more than others and their punishment will be in exact proportion.
  And that punishment soon comes. These are the exact words I have been asked to give you. I read them lest I should in any way garble them.  He took a slip of paper from his pocket and read
  What we want is not that folk should be frightened but that they should begin to change themselves to develop themselves on more spiritual lines. We are not trying to make people nervous but to prepare while there is yet time. The world cannot go on as it has done. It would destroy itself if it did. Above all we must sweep away the dark cloud of theology which has come between mankind and God.
  He folded up the paper and replaced it in his pocket. That is what I have been asked to tell you. Spread the news where there seems to be a window in the soul. Say to them Repent! Reform! the Time is at hand.
  He had paused and seemed about to turn. The spell was broken. The audience rustled and leaned back in its seats. Then a voice from the back  Is this the end of the world mister?  No said the stranger curtly.
  Is it the Second Coming? asked another voice.
  Yes.
  With quick light steps he threaded his way among the chairs on the platform and stood near the door. When Malone next looked round he was gone.
  He is one of these Secondcoming fanatics he whispered to Enid. There are a lot of them Christadelphians Russellites Bible Students and whatnot. But he was impressive.  Very said Enid.
  We have I am sure been very interested in what our friend has told us said the chairman. Mr. Miromar is in hearty sympathy with our movement even though he cannot be said actually to belong to it. I am sure he is always welcome upon our platforms. As to his prophecy it seems to me the world has had enough trouble without our anticipating any more. If it is as our friend says we cant do much to mend the matter. We can only go about our daily jobs do them as well as we can and await the event in full confidence of help from above. If its the Day of Judgment tomorrow he added smiling I mean to look after my provision store at Hammersmith today. We shall now continue with the service.
  There was a vigorous appeal for money and a great deal about the buildingfund from the young secretary. Its a shame to think that there are more left in the street than in the building on a Sunday night. We all give our services. No one takes a penny. Mrs. Debbs is here for her bare expenses. But we want another thousand pounds before we can start. There is one brother here who mortgaged his house to help us. Thats the spirit that wins. Now let us see what you can do for us tonight.
  A dozen soupplates circulated and a hymn was sung to the accompaniment of much chinking of coin. Enid and Malone conversed in undertones.
  Professor Summerlee died you know at Naples last year.
  Yes I remember him well.
  And old C was of course your father.
  It was really remarkable.
  Poor old Summerlee. He thought survival was an absurdity. And here he is or here he seems to be.
  The soupplates returned it was mostly brown soup unhappily and they were deposited on the table where the eager eye of the secretary appraised their value. Then the little shaggy man from Australia gave a benediction in the same simple fashion as the opening prayer. It needed no Apostolic succession or layingon of hands to