Then one day came His Grace of Suffolk into the shop with a story of a pet of the Duchess's stricken with the same disease.
Sypher modestly narrated his own experience and gave the mighty man a box of the new ointment.

A fortnight afterwards he returned.

Not only had it cured the dog, but it must have charmed away the eczema on his ducal hands.
Full of a wild surmise he tried it next on his landlady's child, who had a sore on its legs, and lo! the sore healed.

It was then that the Divine Revelation came to him; it was then that he passed his vigil, as he had told Zora, and consecrated himself and his Cure to the service of humanity.
The steps, the struggles, the purchase of the chemist's business, the early exploitation of the Cure, its gradual renown in the district, the first whisperings of its fame abroad, thanks to His Grace of Suffolk, the early advertising, the gradual growth, the sale of the chemist's business, the establishment of "Sypher's Cure" as a special business in the town, the transference to London, the burst into world-wide fame--all the memories came back to him, as he sat by the window of the Hotel de l'Europe and blinded his face with his hands.
He dashed them away, at last, with a passionate gesture.
"It can't be! It can't be!" he cried aloud, as many another man has cried in the righteous rebellion of his heart against the ironical decrees of the high gods whom his simple nature has never suspected of their eternal and inscrutable irony..