The Secret

Many have asked that question. Her husband, her friends, the police, I'm not the first. No will I be the last to visit this room. It's Sylvia's room. Now become one of the world's more celebrated bed chambers, thanks to Scotland Yard's highly trained crew seekers.

They began, as they usually do, with personal effects, with these dresses all knit by hand. lonely hands, the hands of a woman who had nothing else to do. Where is Sylvia now? Dead? But not exactly, not officially.

That morning, the Fourth of April, was an important day. It was her birthday. Sylvia, good morning, my dear. Harrison. I have something for you. You should have come down to breakfast this morning. This morning, he did something triumphal with Kidneys and Bacon.

Kinsies made me nervous at the best of times, let alone breakfast. Don't you mind signing here and here? What is it? It's a new stock I'm buying now. Now please dear, I'm in rather a hurry.

I'm sorry, but I do like to be told about things now and again. I'll tell you later. Incidentally, I won't be home for dinner tonight. I didn't expect you. It's Friday. You're always late Friday.

Merely, because Friday happens to be the most opportune evening fulfilling business associates with expensive champagne. Of course. As a matter of fact, I'm taking Horton Bass without a sunny day. Really? You remember Horton? He was with me during the war. The three of us regard together in Paris.

He was with us. The night we won that war's contest at Brictops. That was such a beautiful, lovely night. You have a very good memory, my dear. I need it. Shall I give Hawke and your regards?