Dr. Nikola's Experiment #553241

"My Dear Ingleby," the letter from his benefactor read, "I am sorry to learn from my housekeeper that affairs have not been prospering with you. This must be remedied, and at once. There never was such luck as your being in want of employment at this particular moment. I've a billet standing ready and waiting for you; one of the very sort you are fitted for, and one that you will enjoy, unless you have lost your former tastes and inclinations.