He went out. She stood looking at the door.
Then he came back into the room. He said: "I suppose you wouldn't know the name of a perfume. It's a light, flowery sort of scent. With an odd name. I suppose you wouldn't know?"
She said: "What sort of odd name, Johnny? Can't you explain a little more fully?"
He shrugged his shoulders. "It's an oriental sort of name," he said. "It reminds you of Japan or somewhere in the East... "
"It wouldn't be 'Mitsouko' would it?" she asked. "'Mitsouko' by Guerlain."
"For God's sake," he said. "That's it... 'Mitsouko'... Thanks a lot... So long... "
She stood motionless until she heard the front door close behind him. Then she went back to the fire. She said quietly: "Good luck, Johnny... good luck... "
Then she lighted a cigarette. She went up to her
