Excerpt from The Northern Light IT was past eight on St. Mark's church clock that damp February evening when, in the ordinary way, Henry Page said goodnight to Maitland, his chief assistant editor, and came out of the Northern Light Building. The leading article for Monday had kept him later than usual - even with twenty years' experience his composition was not particularly fluent, and that extraordinary call from Vernon Somerville had de layed and distracted him. His wife was using the car and he intended walking home - 1ately Dr. Bard had been urging him towards more exercise of a moderate sort - but now, because of the hour, he decided to take the tram. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.