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ou know? One thingyou can be certain the sheets are clean."
I wouldn't have dreamed of doubting them. But what about my Danish friendthe man who sent me
here? You should have collected his signature ― it's famousin a mild way.
I gave his name.
Ohyesbut he doesn't count. We weren't officially 'open' and Stratos only put him up for the publicity
and because there was nowhere else. We were still painting.
I wrote my name with what I hoped was a casual flourish. "And the Englishman?"
Englishman?
His stare was blank.
Yes I picked up the blotting-paper and smoothed it over my signature. I thought those children said
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Ohhim.
There was the tiniest pause. "I know who they mean." He smiled. "He wasn't English; he was
a Greeka friend of Stratos." I suppose those brats heard him talking to me?"
ProbablyI hardly remember. There.
I pushed the book across to him.
He picked it up 'Nicola Ferris.' A very pretty start to the page. Thanks. No
dear
he didn't count
either; he didn't even stay here
just called on business
and left the same night. Well
come and see your
room.He flicked a key off its hookpicked up my caseand led the way back towar