<TITLE>12. Par 43-45</TITLE>L-43 And he was a friend to the king's private secretary, and through there King George of England sent word to me. I have his statements and have his letters of his fields and every... To come pray for him of multiple sclerosis, and so I couldn't go up that time. So I just wired back and told the king that I would pray for him here, that God would hear here just the same as he would over there. And so, then another telegram come through and wanted me to come on over immediately.
Later when I went to England, over there, to see him, and the Lord healed him. He was--couldn't even stand up over five minutes at a time, and he... I believe the second day he played eighteen holes of golf, and never was bothered with it no more until the very day he died. And I was in Africa when he died. They found a little tumor here on his lung. They started to cut it open and air got to it some way, I don't know, and caused a blood clot to go to his brain and killed him instantly. So very fine man...

L-44 But when we landed in--in England at the international airport, thousands of people, of course, had packed in. And they kept paging in there. And Brother Baxter, one of the managers, went in to find out what was--what they wanted. And it was a man said, "The plane... Florence Nightingale is laying in a plane dying."
How she knowed I was there, I don't know, but she'd come from Africa, flown in there and was laying dying out in the next plane. And so the--the minister said, "Could..." wanted to know if I could go to her. Why, they was just packed and jammed in there. Certainly, I... Why, I couldn't have got through there if I had to. And I said, "No, I couldn't go right now." I said, "You take her to your house, and I'm going over to Piccadilly Hotel, then down to Buckingham Palace, out to Westminster Abbey. Then I will be right back at Piccadilly Hotel, and you take her to your parsonage." It was an Anglican minister. I said, "Then I'll go over and pray with her."
He said, "Brother Branham, she won't live."
I said, "Well, I can't get to her there, sir. You know what it'd be if I get out of this line here--what it would be.
He said, "Well, all right. I'll try." So he said, "They think she's dying. They can't see any life in her now."

L-45 And so I said, "Well, you take her on then, and we--we'll see 'cause I can't get there." Well, I went on--went on down. The king wasn't in at the time. I come back over to Westminster Abbey, and a great group of ministers, you know, and all that night they never got me back to the hotel till about, oh, two o'clock in the morning. And about...
Then the next morning early... Was anybody here ever in England? It's around in April. It's so foggy. Oh, my. You can hardly see your hand before you. And a little bitty car drove up and they come and got me, went down to this minister's--to the rectory. And when I went upstairs, some of the managers, Mr. Gordon Lindsay, you know the writer of the "Voice of Healing," Mr. Baxter and, oh, many managers, we went up to the room. And when I went in there, there set her doctor, two nurses and two or three ministers.


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