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Chapter 67

           Evenluckier,itwasanEnglishhostesswhohadjustcomeoffduty,andchancedtopickupthephoneonherwaytobed.Yes,sheknewaboutAlison."Look,Iknowthissoundsprettyextraordinary,butI’manoldfriendofhersandIthinkI’vejustseenher."Therewasasilence."Butshe’sdead.""Yes,Iknow.Iknowshe’smeanttobedead.""Butitwasinthepapers.""Yousawit?""Iknowlotsofpeoplewhodid.""Actuallyinthepapers?Orjustcuttingsthey’dbeensent?"Herpatiencebegantobreak."I’mterriblysorrybut""Doyouknowanyonewhowenttothefuneral?"Shesaid,"Areyousureyou’reallright?"Iwishedhergoodnightthen;itwasuselesstogoon.Icouldguesswhattheyhaddone.AlisonwouldhavefailedtoreportfordutyonedayinLondon,pleadedillhealthorsomething.Aweekortwolater,thesamecuttingswouldhavebeensentout,thesameforgedlettersfromAnnTaylor.Iturnedtothenightporter."IwantalinetoLondon.Thisnumber."Iwroteitdown.Afewminuteslaterhepointedtoabox.Istoodlisteningtothephoneburr-burrinmyoldflatinRussellSquare.Itwentonalongtime.Atlastitwaspickedup."Forgoodnesssake…who’sthat?"Theoperatorsaid."Ihavealong-distancecallforyoufromAthens.""Fromwhere!"Isaid,"Okay,operator.Hello?""Whoisthat?"Shesoundedanicegirl,butshewashalfasleep.Thoughthecallcostmefourpounds,itwasworthit.IdiscoveredthatAnnTaylorhadgonebacktoAustralia,butsixweeksbefore.Noonehadkilledherself.

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