But sometime people do forget who they are, Mr.Bolder,'I said.
'Oh, come on!' Mr.Bolder answered. 'It's not true,you know! These men just want something more exciting in their lives - another woman, perhaps. Something different.'
We arrived in New Yok at about ten o'clock at night. I took a taxi to a hotel, and I wrote the name, 'Edward Pinkhammer', in the hotel book Suddenly I felt wild and happy - I was free. A man without a name can do anything. The young man behind the desk at the hotel looked at me a little strangely. I had no suitcase. 'I'm here for the Druggists' Meeting,' I said. 'My suitcase is lost.' I took out some money and gave it to him. The next day I bought a suitcase and some clothes and I began to live the life of Edward Pinkhammer. I didn't try to remember who or what I was.
The next few days in Manhattan were wonderful - the rheatres, the gardens, the music. And during this time I learned something very important - if you want to be happy, you must be free. Sometimes I went to quiet, expensive restaurants with soft music. Sometimes I went on the river in boats full of noisy young men and their girlfriends. And then there was Broadway, with its thestres and bright lightrs. One afternoon I was going back into my hotel when a fat man came and stood in front of me. 'Hello, Bellford!' he cried loudly. 'What are you doing in New York? Is Mrs B. with you?. 'I'm sorry, but you're making a mistake, sir,'I said coldly. 'My name is Pinkhammer. Please excuse me.' The man moved away, in surprise, and I walked over to the desk, Behind me, the man said something about a telephone. 'Give me my bill,' I said to the man behind the desk,'and bring down my suitcase in half an hour.' That afternoon I moved to a quiet little hotel on Fifth Avenue. One afternoon,in one of my favourite restaurants on Broadway, I was going to my table when somebody pulled my arm. 'Mr.Bellford,'a sweet voice cried. I turned quickly and saw a woman who was sitting alone. She was about thirty and she had very beautiful eyes. 'How can you walk past me like that?' she said. 'Didn't you know me?' I sat down at her table. Her hair was a beautiful red-gold colour. 'Are you sure you know me?' I asked. 'No.' she smiled. 'I never really knew you.'
'Well, my name is Edward Pinkhammer,'I said, 'and I'm from Kansas.' 'So, you haven't brought Mrs Bellford with you,than,' she said, and she laughed. 'You haven't changed much in fifteen years, Elwyn.' Herwonderful eyes looked carefully at my face. 'No,' she said quietly, 'you haven't forgotten. I told you than you could never forget.'
'I'm sorry,' I answered, 'but that's the trouble. I have forgotten. I've forgotten everything.' She laughed. 'Did you know that I married six months after you did? It was in all the newspaper.' She was silent for a minute. Then she looked up at me again. 'Tell me one thing,Elwyn,' she said softly. 'Since that night fifteen years ago, can you touch, smell, or look at white roses -and not think of me?' 'I can only say that I don't remember any of this,' I said carefully. 'I'm very sorry.' I tried to look away from her. She smiled and stood up tp leave. Then she help out her hand to me, and took it for a second. 'Oh yes, you remember,' she said, with a sweet, unhappy smile. 'Goodbye, Elwyn Bellford.' That night I went to the theatre and when I returned to my hotel, a quiet man in dark clothes was waiting for me. 'Mr.Pinkhammer,' he said, 'can I speak with you for a minute? There's a room here.' I followed him into a small room. A man and a woman were there. The woman still beautiful, but her face was unhappy and tired. I liked everything about her. The man, who was about forty, came to meet me. 'Bellford,' he said, 'I'm happy to see you again. I told you that you were working too hard. Now you can come home with us. You'll soon be all right.'
'My name', I said, 'is Edward Pinkhammer. I've never seen you before in my life.' The woman cried out, 'Oh, Elwyn! Elwyn! I'm your wife!' She put her arms round me, but I pushed them away. 'Oh, Doctor Volney! What is the matter with him?' the woman cried. 'Go to your room,' the doctor said to her. 'He'll soon be well again.'
The woman left, and so did the man in the dark clothes. The man who was a doctor turned to me and said quietly, 'Listen. Your name is not Edward Pinkhammer.' 'I know that,' I replied, 'but a man must have a name. Why not Pinkhammer?' 'Your name', the doctor said, ' is Elwyn Bellford. You are one of the best lawyers in Denver - and that woman is your wife.' 'She's a very fine woman,' I said, after a minute. 'I love the colour of her hair.'
'She's a very good wife,' the doctor replied. 'When you left two weeks ago, she was very unhappy. Then we had a telephone call from a man who saw you in a hotel here,'
'I think I remember him,' I said. 'He called me "Bellford". Excuse me, but who are you?'
'I'm Bobby Volney. I've been your friend for twenty years, and your doctor for fifteen years.