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First published January 15, 1967
"That's the strangest and most macabre thing.... It started—oh, months ago, when I adjudicated at a big music exam... Among the candidates was a girl.... her technique was quite outstanding, but beyond that there was nothing. Absolutely nothing. She had no real music in her... I told her so frankly and advised her not to flatter herself that she would ever be a concert performer in a million years."
"Anyway, I forgot all about her after that... And then one evening she turned up at a concert... I didn't recognize her at first. I mean I couldn't think who she was. I just knew that I knew her. I think I smiled at her. Anyway, she smiled at me. Then she began to haunt me. She was at every concert at which I appeared, sometimes in the front, sometimes on the platform."
"...And then I was driving home—perhaps a little too fast for country roads. There's a crossroads near here—I came round the bend full tilt and—you'll hardly believe it—she was standing there, bang in the middle of the road. I avoided her by a miracle, but the car went into a spin. And then I crashed into a tree, and that was it. She'd had her revenge all right!"
"You aren't just a persistent fan pretending to be a good secretary in order to push your way into my private life and make a nuisance of yourself, are you?"