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PETER LEVISHAM

There was no reply, and I knocked again. After waiting for a moment I opened the door and walked in. The room was empty.
`I confess that I was surprised. I sat down on one of the two chairs that the office contained, and looked about me. The room was sparsely furnished: an old roll-top desk, a table, a tear-off calendar, two or three directories, a safe, two large iron boxes with the name "P. W. Foster" painted in white letters, and over the mantelpiece a large framed photograph of the International Congress of Philatelists, taken at Berne in 1889.
`I sat in that room for an hour and no one came. Twice I rose to go, but on each occasion I was prevented by the strong conviction that I was doing what I was sent to do, that my presence was required there. I spent as little time as I could in speculation, trying to keep my mind quiet and passive. When the bells chimed twelve, the luminous cloud that seemed to have been present with me all morning lifted, and I left the room. As I walked down the stairs, I remembered that the tear-off calendar in the office showed the date as the 12th of November, and so would presumably point to the occupier having called there that morning. The flower-woman was still standing opposite the door of the building. "Well now, sir," she said, "if you haven't gone and left your rose behind you. And, as luck would have it, I've just another one left, a lovely rose, gentleman. It's just gone twelve and you're in a hurry to get home to dinner, but buy one for the lady!" I gave her a shilling and left the flower with her. I am not used to flowers, and I suppose that was the reason I mislaid the other in Foster's office.
`Most people, in considering my conduct that morning, would say that I acted foolishly on a foolish impulse. I had been of some slight service to a blind man and a flower-woman. That was all that could be set off against the hour I had wasted sitting in an empty room.
`It seems strange, on looking back, that until the time of the trial I never thought of connecting what I did on that

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