And the light shineth in darkness; and the darkness comprehended it not. John 1:5 Emma lifted her hand and knocked on the door at the address that Crowley had given her. She hoped that the old lady was at home and more than that she hoped that the old lady still wanted the letters. The door opened, and an elderly woman stepped toward them. She was small, neatly dressed and her white hair was caught up behind her head. “Hello.” She looked from Emma to Maureen and then her eyes fell to the box. She gasped, and her hands flew to her face. “Is that my box?” Emma smiled. “Yes, it is if you’re Dorothy Welby.” “Yes, I am. You found it in my house and brought it all this way?” Before Emma could speak the lady said, “Please come in.” Once they walked through the door Emma placed the box on a low side-table then the three of them sat in armchairs.
