His eyes burned with a dull glow as though he had been suddenly thrown into a trance.

He seemed not to breathe, no vibration of life stirred him except in the movement of his lips.

With the third toll of the distant bell he spoke, and to Captain Plum it was as if the passion and fire in his voice came from another being.
"Our Christ, Master of hosts, we call upon Thy chosen people the three blessings of the universe--peace, prosperity and plenty, and upon Strang, priest, king and prophet, the bounty of Thy power!" Three times more the distant bell tolled forth its mysterious message and when the last echoes had died away the old man's arms dropped beside him and he turned again to Captain Plum.
"Franklin Pierce, President of the United States of America," he repeated, as though there had been no interruption since his companion's question.

"The package is to be delivered to him.

Now you must excuse me.