FIND HER.

    as it because I o look for er t I sa in a dream?

    A plain figure in a neatly belted dressing go tained s one staircase. In to o  ed aking in everyto rest on a figure standing beood in t  seeing.

    I and terror. tening in er

    rembling in my bed. If er did not see me, t must be because I  be otherwise?

    I rose and  into to rinse my fear aead at my er, but t filled me  time as ted ed on too,  otoo. And my mind,  not also dead? A profound ook  kind of an unnatural creature ion of nature is it t divides a person bet am I t is left?  nigo its twin in a shadowy limbo.

    I lit an early fire, made cocoa, ts to e a letter to my fat finding someone? Did private detectives exist in reality or only in books? I told  little I kne er. Could a searc in motion tle information to go on? ould a private detective take on a job like t, w?

    I reread tter. Brisk and sensible, it betrayed notrembling opped. Soon Judit.