mired your spirit and thought your manners, of which I can claim
to be a good judge, had the correct cashy, though with rather too
much tendency to back-chat. At any rate, I took the step, and I
have never regretted it. You soon made your way to the front, and
it is my firm belief that if you had been dropped into a den of
raging lions you would have done the same thing. You are much
missed. You have my full permission to make what use you please of
this testimonial, which is quite unsolicited, and actuated solely
by an appreciation of the goods supplied.

"Society in London is very so-so at present, and we leave for
Scotland at the end of the week. His lordship's had one fit of his
tantrums, but I had a look in my eye that ipsum factum soon put an
end to it. I wish it was as easy to put a stop to his leaning to
third-class company. Three ordinary M.P.'s at dinner last night and
one R.A. I always did hate riff-raff, and should say it was in my
blood."

Unfortunately, it is not everybody who will put into writing, with the
simple manliness of Mr. Bunting, the very high opinion of me which they
must inevitably have formed. Even George Leghorn has proved a
disappointment. But in his case I am inclined to think there was a
misunderstanding.

I asked him to send his opinion of me as I thought of making a book. He
replied on a postcard: "Don't approve of women in the profession, and
you'd better cut it out. It's hard enough for a man bookmaker to scrape
a living, with everybody expecting the absurd prices quoted in the
press."

Many of the contemporary testimonials that I have received are so
cautiously framed and so wanting in warmth that I decline to make any
use of them. I have always hated cowardice. I have the courage of my
opinions. Why cannot others have the same.

However, I have through my sister Chlorine succeeded in securing the
opinions of some of the greatest in another century. I can only say that
they confirm my belief in her powers as a medium, and in her wonderful
system of wireless telephony.

The first person that I asked her to ring up was Napoleon. She had some
difficulty in getting through. He spoke as follows:

"Yes, I am Napoleon. Oh, that's you, Chlorine, is it?... Quite well,
thank you, but find the heat rather oppressive.... You want my opinion
of your sister Marge? She is wonderful--wonderful! Tell her from me that