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

'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.'

Harry wanted to say Swann would have been mad not to have done so, but the comment was inappropriate. She didn't want blandishments; didn't need them. Didn't need anything, perhaps, but her husband alive again.

'May I ask . . . your name?'

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

'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.'

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

'May I ask . . . your name?'

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

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

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

'The letter,' she repeated.

'May I ask . . . your name?'

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

'May I ask . . . your name?'

'I'd think sometimes-it was a kind of miracle that he let me into his life . . .'

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

'I'd think sometimes-it was a kind of miracle that he let me into his life . . .'

'Illusionist,' she said.

'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.'

'He's grief-stricken,' she said. 'Forgive him his behaviour. He was with Swann from the beginning of his career. I think he loved my husband as much as I did.'

'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.'

Harry wanted to say Swann would have been mad not to have done so, but the comment was inappropriate. She didn't want blandishments; didn't need them. Didn't need anything, perhaps, but her husband alive again.

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