Alice stood in the storeroom doorway listening to the rhythmic clack of Victor"s typewriter behind her. The room was brightly lit and exuded a pleasing atmosphere of order and enterprise. Beneath the window was a small desk where the office staff deposited thermos flasks, beakers and teacups, and beside the door, a stationery cupboard. Tall, grey filing cabinets stood side by side along one wall facing a line of bookcases with deep shelves. The shelves were crammed with back issues of The Beacon and copies of each of her titles, along with a small reference library. Several piles of her latest book, From Intellect to Intuition, were stacked on a mid-level shelf over by the table. Alice took a copy and returned to her desk.
Stroking the glossy cover of the deepest blue, she wouldn"t permit
