Myriam Gibril was right about the Mount Street flat, which was curiously elegant. It was still reached by an old-fashioned lift; and the whole place was painted black. When we knocked on the door, we were admitted easily enough; and there in the drawing-room, surrounded by half-a-dozen acolytes. was Kenneth Anger in long flowing robes and flaming red hair sitting on his throne casting spells. This was evidently the real thing and it made me shiver. And then, just when I was hoping I wouldn’t be noticed, he stepped down from the throne, and came over to me and put his hands on my forehead and gazed into my eyes in a sinister kind of way. I felt scared out of my wits; and when my eyes wandered away from his face I couldn’t help noticing that beneath the robes he was wearing a green tweed suit with an unusual design.
“Most perceptive, daughter of Eve, most perceptive. Touch it if you like!” It was certainly good quality, though well-worn. “This jacket once graced the shoulders of my master, the great Aleister Crowley!”