We entered the cool sanctuary of the church and I looked around with interest. The inside of the church was as unChurchlike as it could possibly be. Where there should be pews, an altar and the vestments of an Episcopalian church, instead it had been converted into an apartment. A remarkably full apartment. Every wall was covered with bookcases, spreading from the floor right through to the highest level of the vaulted ceiling. There was a long wooden table where the altar should be, piled high with books and masses of paper and a variety of artifacts, all of which looked both interesting and slightly alarming. An aroma of old paper, leather and tobacco smoke hung heavily in the air. To one side, a fire burned in a hearth, an enormous iron kettle hanging near it on a sturdy hook. In the mi
