"My case is out of your line, Mr. Smith," I told him.
"They all say that," he replied, "but God doesn't think so."
"My case is different," I repeated. "You see, I have not one but two immortal souls."
He nodded benignly. "I know," he said. "God told me that you were in trouble."
"That sounds as though you and I were buddies, Mr. Smith," I observed. "Where can I find Him? It will take God Himself to straighten out my case."
Smith shrugged his shoulders. "You can't find Him," he said. "You've got to wait until He finds you."
[CHAPTER 29]
"Nonsense!" Germaine said emphatically. Hers was the authoritative tone of a mother assuring her child that the lightning cannot possibly hit the house in a thunderstorm.
"I don't see how you can call it nonsense," I told her. "There he stood in my office, a little man with a big Adam's apple, telling me that God was on my track. I'm used to being followed by the F.B.I., but now this!"