spoke from the couch.

“Who was it?”

“Oh, some man who came in the office,” she laughed, “and told me never to read the story I was working on.”

“Shall I believe you?”

“You certainly shall. I’ll even think of his name in a minute. But first I want to tell you about an idea I had this morning. I was looking at a photo in a magazine where they were packing up some works of art in the Tate Gallery in London. And I thought—”

The end