'You say you're a doctor,' I said. 'How can I get better? Does amnesia go slowly or suddenly?'
'Sometimes slowly, sometimes suddenly.'
'Will you help me, Doctor Volney?' I asked.
'Old friend,' he said, 'I'll do everything possible.'
'Very well. And if you're my doctor, you can't tell anybody what I say.'
'Of course not,' Doctor Volney answered.
I stood up. There were some white roses on the table. I went over to the table, picked up the roses and threw them far out of the window. Then I sat down again.
'I think it will be best, Bobby,' I said, 'to get better suddenly. I'm a little tired of it all now. Go and bring my wife Marian in now. But, oh, Doctor,' I said with a happy smile. 'Oh, my good old friend - it was wonderful!'
