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It was avial the like of which he had never seen, containing an oily fluid. Sealedwith a snap-cap, a red velvet ribbon, and red wax with an impression alongthe whole circumference . . .	The ministerthought it must be a collector's perfume. Many collect perfumes. He hadeven known somebody, a strange fellow, who collected books . . . The minister pocketed the vial and went back to sleep until he reached thecapital.