The shaded lamp was turned down low.
"Dorian." "Yes, Uncle Zed." "Turn up the lamp a little.

It's too dark in here." "Doesn't the light hurt your eyes!" "No; besides I want you to get me some papers out of that drawer in my desk." Dorian fetched a large bundle of clippings and papers and asked if they were what he wanted.
"Not all of them just now; but take from the pile the few on top.

I want you to read them to me.

They are a few selections which I have culled and which have a bearing on the things we have lately been talking about." The first note which Dorian read was as follows.

"'The keys of the holy priesthood unlock the door of knowledge to let you look into the palace of truth'." "That's by Brigham Young.