108 I The Breeze of the Spirit

“Well, yes. Of course. If I can, sure.”

“Then please simply stay quiet with me here for two minutes. Together let’s see if you should see Sam.”

Suddenly Yager Cantwell understood. Stay quiet? Nonsense! Here was a woman working for the same boss he was trying to work for, and what she wanted was for him to pray with her.

“Of course I will,” he replied. And he sat down and covered his eyes.

Once before he had had a strikingly visual answer to prayer. Now for a second time, to his intense surprise, he had another, one that flashed across his inward consciousness like the bright words of a huge neon sign. The words were simply “see Sam.” In perhaps forty-five seconds, and beyond all reasonable doubt, here came his answer, directly upon asking, and directly counter to his own rational opinions. God at least had lost no time.

There was a pause and as Miss Nicholl and he shyly looked up at each other, Yager smiled. “You’re right,” he said. “I should see Sam.”

The editor was already reaching for her ‘phone. She dialed a number. “Busy. We’ll wait a moment.” Then she got through. The lawyer could tell by listening to her end of the conversation that she was talking with another woman. “Sam can’t be disturbed,” she reported with a hand over the mouthpiece. “His secretary says he’s left explicit instructions. He’s counseling a young married couple.”

“Here,” said Yager impulsively, “let me talk.” He reached across the desk. “How long will the counseling last?” he asked. “It’s hard to tell,” answered the sympathetic voice of Sam’s secretary. She sounded as frustrated as Miss Nicholl, but she did have a suggestion. “If you’re with Miss Nicholl, you’re only a block and a half from Gramercy Park. Why don’t you walk over and wait until Mr. Shoemaker is free?” The lawyer agreed to do just that.

Miss Nicholl now appeared to be someone who had been especially prepared to speak to his spiritual condition, and, smiling, she seemed to know exactly what to say. She put it in a godly but down-to-earth way. “In case you should miss Sam, or in case he’s still tied up, leave a message. He should know the one simple fact that you and I stayed quiet here together for two minutes and prayed. Then I’m sure he’ll see you somehow. And God bless you. I’ll be waiting to hear what God had in mind for you two!”