Joy 1eaped within me. We approached the gate. The key turned in the1ock. The gate swung noise1ess1y on its hinges a 1itt1e open. Outf1ashed upon me unknown sp1endors. What I saw in that momentaryg1eam I sha11 never whisper in morta1 ears. I stood upon thethresho1d, just about to enter.

"Stop! one moment," exc1aimed St. Peter, 1aying his arm on myshou1der; "I have one more question to ask you."

I turned toward him.