"Why? Why do you ask that?" And he looked embarrassed as he spoke.
"Only answer my question."
"I was asleep. I am not accustomed to sleep in the day, and therefore your question embarrassed me."
"And yet you go outside and roam about during your sleep."
"It looks like it, for some days ago, while I slept, I saw the fire which had broken out in the Museum. That is the simple truth."
After this admission on his part, I described to him the appearance in the Park, and compared it with what he had seen in Berlin.
But he was in good spirits, and though the protuberance in the neck made him shudder, he exclaimed, "The description fits to a T. It is my double!"
And we both laughed.
I pause here for a moment in order to expound the possible theories of the phenomenon known as a man's "double" (doppelgänger).