The sun was shining into his bedroom when Philip Romilly was awakened the next morning by a discreet tapping at the door.

He sat up in bed and shouted "Come in." He had no occasion to hesitate for a moment.

He knew perfectly well where he was, he remembered exactly everything that had happened.

The knocking at the door was disquieting but he faced it without a tremor.

The floor waiter appeared and bowed deferentially.
"There is a gentleman on the telephone wishes to speak to you, sir," he announced.