“Don’t you see? You’re picked up, suffering from amnesia. You’re taken to a hospital, and the Bertha Cool Detective Agency finds you. You can’t remember who you are. Your mind is a blank, but the good old Cool Detective Agency has tracked you down, and Philip comes to identify you. The minute you look on Philip’s face, the shock of seeing the man you love brings back your reason and—”
“Stop it!” she screamed. “Stop it! I can’t stand it.”
“Why not?”
“You’re tearing my heart to ribbons!”
“You’re goofy,” I told her. “I’m talking sense. Cut out the damn sentimentalism and get down to bedrock.”
“Oh, it’s absolutely impossible! It’s out of the question. I couldn’t deceive Philip that way.”
“Why not?”
“Because it would be — it would be unfair.”
“No, it wouldn’t. You’ve already done the unfair part. This would be just straightening it out. You should see the way Philip looks, the lines of suffering about his mouth, the shadows under his eyes, the hollow cheeks, the—”
“Will you please stop?”