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Valentin had appeared with a glass of milk. He set it down on the table in front of Harry. As he made to leave, she said: 'Valentin. The letter?'

'We were only over for three months, while his show ran. We were going back in September . . .'

Harry shook his head. 'I can't afford Broadway, Mrs. Swann.'

'And he was no miracle-worker?'

'About it being an accident.'

'Don't blame New York,' he said. 'It can't help itself.'

'Maybe,' she replied, nodding. 'Perhaps what happened to Swann would have happened anyway, wherever we'd been. People keep telling me: it was an accident. That's all. Just an accident.'

'Illusionist,' she said.

Harry shook his head. 'I can't afford Broadway, Mrs. Swann.'

'So I did,' she said, conceding his point with an apologetic look. 'Forgive me. That was Swann talking. He hated to be called a magician. He said that was a word that had to be kept for miracle-workers.'

'May I ask . . . your name?'

'About it being an accident.'

'So I did,' she said, conceding his point with an apologetic look. 'Forgive me. That was Swann talking. He hated to be called a magician. He said that was a word that had to be kept for miracle-workers.'

He looked at her strangely, almost as though she'd said something obscene.

Harry shook his head. 'I can't afford Broadway, Mrs. Swann.'

'I read about it. Tragic.'

'I'd think sometimes-it was a kind of miracle that he let me into his life . . .'

'Oh yes. I lived with Swann seven and a half years, and I got to understand him as well as anybody ever could. I learned to sense when he wanted me around, and when he didn't. When he didn't, I'd take myself off somewhere and let him have his privacy. Genius needs privacy. And he was a genius, you know. The greatest illusionist since Houdini.'

'He's grief-stricken,' she said. 'Forgive him his behaviour. He was with Swann from the beginning of his career. I think he loved my husband as much as I did.'

'Now I think I didn't know him at all,' she went on, 'didn't understand him. I think maybe it was another trick. Another part of his magic.'

'He used to call himself the Great Pretender,' she said. The thought made her smile.

Harry shook his head. 'I can't afford Broadway, Mrs. Swann.'

'Now I think I didn't know him at all,' she went on, 'didn't understand him. I think maybe it was another trick. Another part of his magic.'

'And he was no miracle-worker?'

'To Hamburg,' she said, 'I don't like this city. It's too hot. And too cruel.'

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