The woman left, and so did the man in the dark clothes. The man who was a doctor turned to me and said quietly, 'Listen. Your name is not Edward Pinkhammer.'
'I know that,' I replied, 'but a man must have a name. Why not Pinkhammer?'
'Your name', the doctor said, 'is Elwyn Bellford. You are one of the best lawyers in Denver - and that woman is your wife.'
'She's a very fine woman,' I said, after a minute. 'I love the colour of her hair.'
'She's a very good wife,' the doctor replied. 'When you left two weeks ago, she was very unhappy. Then we had a telephone call from a man who saw you in a hotel here.'
'I think I remember him,' I said. 'He called me "Bellford". Excuse me, but who are you?'
'I'm Bobby Volney. I've been your friend for twenty years, and your doctor for fifteen years. Elwyn, try to remember.'
