There might be something interesting. If
you'll forgive my remarking it, there seem to be a good many registered
letters. I understood that you had not appealed to the public for
subscriptions."
"Neither have I," Brooks answered, stretching out his hand. "If there
is money in these it is entirely unsolicited."
He plunged into a correspondence as various as it was voluminous. There
were letters of abuse, of sympathy, of friendship, of remonstrance, of
reproof. There were offers of help, money, advice, suggestions, and
advertisements. There were small sums of money, and a few larger ones.
He was amused to find that a great many people addressed him as an
infidel--the little mission preacher had certainly been busy, and
everywhere it seemed to be understood that his enterprise was an
anti-Christian one. And finally there was a long packet, marked as
having been delivered by hand, and inside--without a word of any sort,
on a single clue as to its sender--a bank-note for one thousand pounds.
Brooks passed it over to his companion, who saw the amount with a little
start.
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