But his manager, Shuttleworth, was a notorious and dismal cynic who believed in nothing save the commercial value of the Cure.

Letters had come with coroneted flaps to the envelopes.

The writers certainly hoped neither for gain nor for odd notoriety.

He had never paid a fee for a testimonial throughout his career; every one that he printed was genuine and unsolicited.

He had been hailed as the Friend of Humanity by all sorts and conditions of men.