CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of time.”
DAVID HERBERT LAWRENCE (1885-1930): “SONG OF A MAN WHO HAS COME THROUGH” (1920)
The digital pendulum clock beeped its fifth “chime.” Sam and Montmart were back in Parsons’ office. Montmart still had his finger on the trigger but was now pointing the gun at Parsons. When he realized he was no longer facing his wife’s killer, he let it drop.
“It was hypnotism, wasn’t it?” he asked.
Sam thought of the clock and, for a moment, she almost concurred with the detective. But then she realized he was only groping for the last explanation that would satisfy his doubt.
“No,” Sam said softly, surprised to hear her own voice. “He’s telling the truth, Philip. We were really back th
