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The transparent form of twenty-five-year-old Clara Stuart stood as eyewitness in the Ambassador Hotel lobby. The man that had captured Emily’s fascination sat in one of the lobby chairs with his back to her reading the newspaper. He had a distinctive looking hat on the chair next to him and a cane leaning against the arm of his chair. Across the lobby, Clara could see her sister Emily staring into a mirror pretending to adjust her hat, but it is obvious to Clara that she was simply trying to see the man. “It looks like you had quite a time with your hat this morning,” Clara stated, knowing full well Emily could hear her every word.

When the man finished reading, he stood, took his cane, walked toward the wastebasket to dispose of his paper and exited through the front door. Clara never saw the man’s face, but what she did see was Emily walk over to the wastebasket and purposefully drop a handkerchief nearby. Making certain no one was watching, Emily carefully bent down to pick up both the handkerchief and the paper.

The sound of an echoing voice seemed to come to Clara’s attention from far away: “What are you seeing?” Emily asked impatiently.

“Only my sister making a damn fool of herself . . . Just a minute.”

Clara looked in the direction the man had gone until there was a flash of light.