XVDetective Inspector Frank Abbott looked up.
“Well, that’s that,” he said in a tone of heartfelt satisfaction. He was about to pack up and be off, when a card was brought to him. He looked at it, said “Jim Fancourt—” half to himself, and got to his feet.
“Where is he? Show him in. No, wait a minute—I’ll come.”
Ten minutes later he was back in his room, with Jim Fancourt saying, “That’s about all I can tell you. The last I saw of her was getting on board the plane. And that’s all, until I got here and went down to my aunt’s house, and there’s another girl, a complete and total stranger who has turned up instead of Anne. She’s Anne too. What do you make of it?”
“Funny business,” said Frank slowly.
Jim nodded.
“This Anne’s lost her memory. The first thing she remembers is being on the
