'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 to leave. Then she held out her hand to me, and I 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.