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As the girl placed the glasses before us, Juniper raised hers, winked and said, "To Evelyn." A strange thrill passed over me as I joined the toast and real- ized that at last I was on the brink of hearing the explanation of the most puzzling series of events that I had ever experienced.

Her dark eyes seemed to be looking inside me now and with great earnestness in her voice she be- gan, "We are very pleased with you, Evelyn. And, although you may not understand all that I tell you now, I ask you to be patient with yourself and us, for in time, everything will fall into place." A pause to let it sink in. Then, "How much do you

remember?"

"Nothing before this morning when I woke up and found myself in the wrong room in the hotel. Then I made other---er---discoveries."

"Are you unhappy?"

"No.

I am more confused than anything.'

"Good." She smiled, offered me a cigarette and took one for herself. "Now, if you have any quest- ions about what I am about to say, please ask them. You must know everything." I nodded.

"Last night, you were a MAN!"

I began to feel dizzy. My hands gripped the edge of the table.

"You were a very unhappy man. You don't remem- ber any of that, do you?"

A vague recollection stirred in the back of my mind. It faded. I tried to explain it but in an instant, it was gone.

"It is well that it is so far removed. There

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