We had agreed to meet here at three. We had returned to the Park Versailles early in the morning. All day we have searched for our friends. It is a gorgeous sunny day, and I have the most terrible sense of dread in the pit of my stomach.

Hunter should have returned an hour ago.

"Najia, have you ever heard of the Society of Unkown Philosophers? It is not a joke, it is a serious question? I do not know why they should have popped into my mind. Just something that I read maybe years ago." I do not want to tell Najia this, but just around noon today, I thought that I saw Shane MacRoth. "Najia, do remember that very lavish room, the one with the roll-top secretarie. The one where the astronomical clock was infront of the long mirror? Just for a few moment, I thought I saw Shane MacRoth reflected in that mirror! It must have been a tourist who resembled him. The place was crowded today."

"She looks at me with concern, "Darling, I know how much you want to find them. The mind can play tricks. We all see only what we want to see, and hear only what we want to hear, and we are tired."

I put my arm around her, in all of this she has been a brick. Not many women would put up with these strange adventures.

"We will wait for the park to close. They may show up in Paris. There is always hope."