MISTER MYSTERY RESPONDS

I don't know if you have ever seen yourself in this circumstance, but I assure you that being in the company of three great Rosicrucian masters and not being able to find the way out of a neighborhood makes you feel quite depressed. In the first place, you begin to doubt the wisdom of your companions. In moments like this you are reminded, for example, of the episode in which Papus transformed the members of Mme Verdurin's salon into babies. And then it comes to your mind that right on the floor below Verdurin's home, there was a babies' nursery. And secondly, you start to doubt your own wisdom. (It's not that I have a reputation as a great Rosicrucian master, but in certain Parisian circles I'm considered "a guy not as dumb as he looks".) In short, in moments like this, you pose the great questions of human existence, such as... Well, nothing specific springs to my mind right now, but give me a reasonable time to reflect calmly (say a week), and I...

I have never considered myself a man of action (my favorite action is to go to sleep immediately after taking a good nap). However, the day we recovered the book fallen from the sky, I discovered that if the circumstance required it, I could become, say, one of the three musketeers. In the feat that concerns us, the other two were Péladan and Papus. And our D'Artagnan was the Marquis de Guaita, who, thanks to his rabbit costume, had managed to infiltrate a dungeon in the Elysée palace as soon as the operation began. Having already one of our men infiltrated in the palace, it was only a matter of time before the others met with him. And so it happened shortly after, as one after another we went jumping to the other side of the wall. Once the four of us inside the palace, we only had to get hold of the key of the dungeon, escape without the jailers noticing, and register the palace until we found the credenza that hid the valuable book. My companions did me the honor of entrusting me...

The Marquis de Guaita, Josephin Péladan and myself (the three only living beings who knew the existence of the mysterious book fallen from the sky) had been recruited by Papus to recover that valuable jewel of occult literature. After an intense interrogation to the administrator of the Rosicrucian Order, Papus learned that, during his absence, they had sold some furniture from the headquarters of the Order, and among them the credenza in which Papus was so interested. His interest was more than justified: in it Papus had made, without anyone knowing, a secret panel to hide the valuable book. He also obtained information regarding the buyer of the credenza: none other than the President of the Republic, by then Émile Loubet, in order to decorate his private chambers in the "palais de l'Elysée". Papus gathered the above-mentioned members of the Order and raised the imperative need to recover the book. In my naiveté, I suggested that we go to the Elysée and ask the Presiden...

The next day another occultist named Joséphin Péladan joined our group. Péladan always wore by way of hat a large lump of earth which he referred to as “my clod”. (Later I found out that a flowerpot had fallen on his head years ago from a balcony and he found that it suited him well.) For a week we were writing the statutes of a new Order. In my naivete, I asked why we needed a new Order if we already had one. Papus’ answer was that the current Order was for holidays and Sundays, and this one was for working days. Then the question arose as to what the point of that distinction was since almost all the members of the Order were aristocrats who had not worked in their lives. This replica generated some tension, which Papus relieved by slapping me around a little bit. In fact, the debates came up constantly because everyone had their own vision of how reality was seen from the corner of the eye (which, according to Péladan, is the real reality while the other is pure mirage). Rasputin wa...