He looked at auburn-hair. "Jane?" he said. "Are you Jane?"
She smiled at him radiantly. She was beautiful. "Yes," she said. "Yes, darling."
"At Jones Beach—" he began.
"You got the bra of my bathing suit but wouldn't give it back to me," she said, and flushed.
"O.K., now let's hurry. Outside. The cops are almost here."
"Wait a minute," Jane said. "I have a vague memory. She—she wouldn't tell you...."
Jane's body—auburn-hair-in-Jane—was crying bitterly. It sounded as if she would go on crying forever. Overman was still unconscious.
"It's like fingerprints or retinal prints," the new Jane said.
"What is? Hurry up!"
"An electroencephalogram. An E.E.G. Each person's is different. There aren't any mistakes, ever."