P.M. Crowds of people were gathered to meet Gandhi. I pressed through the mass in order to telephone Margaret Craske, who was waiting at our home to open the front door for Baba, have the meal ready and close all doors on the other floors.

Margaret tells me Herbert also phoned, saying, "You have never seen such a being!" She remembered this vividly as only a few days before, when he left out house, after an afternoons talk, he had turned to her on the door step and said, "Is he the One?"

I, meanwhile, with Dick and Audrey Ince arrived at Victoria Station to meet Baba. In my diary I wrote as follows:

"It so happened that on this particular day and on the same boat from India were arriving Gandhi, his secretary and Miss Slade. So the platforms were very crowded with sightseers and yet one greater than Gandhi was arriving, but none knew it. They arrived in part one of the boat train from Dover. We had scarcely time to rush to another platform where the second part of the train came in and up to the apartment as Baba stepped off the train."

I was perhaps a little disappointed in the slight figure in a pink turban and white robe with a chinchilla jacket. What had I expected? I don't know. Certainly some veil hung over my eyes. But this view was to change in a very few hours.

Meredith introduced us and we shook hands. The train was already very late and it was cold and gloomy. Meredith arranged for Baba, Herbert, Ali, himself and Chanji to leave immediately by taxi. Enid Corfe had accompanied the party from Paris, but went off to see to forwarding some of the baggage to East Challacombe and I was left with Rustom in charge of the rest of the luggage. We followed in a taxi and I recall Rustom's one remark, "What else is there in life but God and our own search for Him? We are all one — East and West in this search."

Baba, in the first taxi, was taken around the important sites, from Victoria Station, past Buckingham Palace, Government buildings, Constitutional Hill, through the Park so that even Baba's shadow might be felt in this powerful locality, as it was in 1931. The taxi man remarked, "That was a remarkable gentleman, I felt it was a privilege to drive him."

Arriving at our home at 32 Russell Road, Kensington, Baba's taxi was spied from the window. Margaret Craske came down and opened the door. There she saw Baba for the first time. As he passed into the house, he looked at her a second time and then walked up two flights of stairs to his room, Herbert's study. In this room, my brother had meditated and