of the river or the Menai Straits or Windermere. I'm the only person, I
think, who has ever sought for a lawn running down to a main line of
railway."

"That's why this house was untenanted so long," said Zora.

A row of trees separated the small garden from the lawn in question. When
they passed through this screen, the lawn and the line of railway and the
dreamy, undulating Surrey country came into view. Also an enormous board.
Why hadn't he taken it down, Zora asked.

"That's the surprise!" exclaimed Sypher eagerly. "Come round to the front."

He led the way, striding some yards ahead. Presently he turned and struck a
dramatic attitude, as a man might do who had built himself a new wonder
house. And then on three astonished pairs of eyes burst the following
inscription in gigantic capitals which he who flew by in an express train
could read:

SYPHER'S CURE!
Clem Sypher. Friend of Humanity!
I LIVE HERE!

"Isn't that great?" he cried. "I've had it in my mind for years. It's the
personal note that's so valuable. This brings the whole passing world into
personal contact with me. It shows that Sypher's Cure isn't a quack thing
run by a commercial company, but the possession of a man who has a house,
who lives in the very house you can see through the trees. 'What kind of a
man is he?' they ask. 'He must be a nice man to live in such a nice house.
I almost feel I know him. _I'll try his Cure_.' Don't you think it's a