“So one morning I put on a pair of dark glasses and went to the Minister’s rooms. He was there.
“Please excuse me, but I have to wear Dark glasses because of my weak eyes.” I told him.
“With the glasses, I was able to look around the room while I talked to the Minister. He was sitting near a large writing table. I looked at it closely. On it were some letters, and books. But I saw nothing that was very interesting.
“Then I noticed a small letter rack. It was hanging from the shelf above the fireplace. In the rack were five or six visiting cards and a single letter. The letter looked old, dirty and unimportant. It was addressed to the Minister in a woman’s handwriting.
