During the process of looking after his luggage and seeking his train he limped about the platform.

When he undressed for the night in his sleeping compartment, he found that a ruck in his sock had caused a large blister.

He regarded it with superstitious eyes, and thought of the armies of the world.

_In hoc signo vinces!_ The message had come from heaven.
He took a sample box of Sypher's Cure from his handbag, and, almost with reverence, anointed his heel..