"And now I have a very strange experience to tell you. I had, as
you know, cut off my hair in London, and I had placed it in a great
coil at the bottom of my trunk. One evening, after the child was in
bed, I began to amuse myself by examining the furniture of my room
and by rearranging my own little things. There was an old chest of
drawers in the room, the two upper ones empty and open, the lower
one locked. I had filled the first two with my linen, and as I had
still much to pack away I was naturally annoyed at not having the
use of the third drawer. It struck me that it might have been
fastened by a mere oversight, so I took out my bunch of keys and
tried to open it. The very first key fitted to perfection, and I
drew the drawer open. There was only one thing in it, but I am
