TWENTY-FIVE
WHO IS IT?
Ten minutes after Forbes had woken, the three of us were sipping hot tea, seated around the kitchen table. Although Kate and I would probably have benefited from another large shot of something stronger, I decided that Forbes would be best suited to tea, allowing time for the large dose of the sedative to dissipate from his bloodstream.
Incredibly, as his first words on waking had intimated, he had no recollection or knowledge of the terrible events that had occurred while he slept. As for the physical manifestations that he’d undergone, he expressed nothing but incredulity.
“You mean to say that I actually changed in appearance and spoke in a strange voice?” he asked after Kate and I had jointly given him a brief résumé of recent proceedings.
“I’m afraid so, Wi
