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'The letter,' she repeated.

'But you don't believe it?'

'He used to call himself the Great Pretender,' she said. The thought made her smile.

'Maybe,' she replied, nodding. 'Perhaps what happened to Swann would have happened anyway, wherever we'd been. People keep telling me: it was an accident. That's all. Just an accident.'

'I read about it. Tragic.'

'To Hamburg,' she said, 'I don't like this city. It's too hot. And too cruel.'

'May I ask . . . your name?'

'But you don't believe it?'

'I read about it. Tragic.'

'Now I think I didn't know him at all,' she went on, 'didn't understand him. I think maybe it was another trick. Another part of his magic.'

'I'm sorry. My name is Swann, Mr. D'Amour. Dorothea Swann. You may have heard of my husband?'

'We were only over for three months, while his show ran. We were going back in September . . .'

Valentin had re-appeared, his lugubrious features rife with suspicion. He carried an envelope, which he clearly had no desire to give up. Dorothea had to cross the carpet and take it from his hands.

Valentin had re-appeared, his lugubrious features rife with suspicion. He carried an envelope, which he clearly had no desire to give up. Dorothea had to cross the carpet and take it from his hands.

'We were only over for three months, while his show ran. We were going back in September . . .'

'To Hamburg,' she said, 'I don't like this city. It's too hot. And too cruel.'

'To Hamburg,' she said, 'I don't like this city. It's too hot. And too cruel.'

'So I did,' she said, conceding his point with an apologetic look. 'Forgive me. That was Swann talking. He hated to be called a magician. He said that was a word that had to be kept for miracle-workers.'

'Did you ever see his performance?'

He looked at her strangely, almost as though she'd said something obscene.

'Is this wise?' he said.

Harry shook his head. 'I can't afford Broadway, Mrs. Swann.'

'Oh yes. I lived with Swann seven and a half years, and I got to understand him as well as anybody ever could. I learned to sense when he wanted me around, and when he didn't. When he didn't, I'd take myself off somewhere and let him have his privacy. Genius needs privacy. And he was a genius, you know. The greatest illusionist since Houdini.'

'Illusionist,' she said.

'About it being an accident.'

'Is this wise?' he said.

'Now I think I didn't know him at all,' she went on, 'didn't understand him. I think maybe it was another trick. Another part of his magic.'

'So I did,' she said, conceding his point with an apologetic look. 'Forgive me. That was Swann talking. He hated to be called a magician. He said that was a word that had to be kept for miracle-workers.'

'I called him a magician a while back,' Harry said. 'You corrected me.'

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