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Elvira was smiling.
　　"You recognised him, didn't you?" she said. "Youknow who he is?" She spoke in a slightly awe voice. Sheproceeded to enlighten him. "Ladislaus Malinowski."
　　"Oh, that chap." Thename was indeed faintly familiar to Colonel Luscombe. "Racingdriver."
　　"Yes. He was world champion two years running. Hehad a bad crash a year ago. Broke lots of things. But I believe he's driving again now." She raised her head tolisten. "That's a racing car he's driving now."
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　　The roar of the engine had penetrated through toBertram's Hotel from the street outside. Colonel Luscombe perceived that LadislausMalinowski was one of Elvira's heroes. "Well," he thought to himself, "better that than of those pop singers or crooners or long-haired Beatles orwhatever they call themselves." Luscombe was old-fashioned inhis views of young men.
　　The swing doors opened again. Both Elvira andColonel Luscombe looked at them expectantly but Bertram's Hotel had reverted to normal. Itwas merely a white-haired elderly cleric who came in. he stood for a moment looking roundhim with a slightly puzzled air as of one who fails to understand where he was or how hehad come there. Such an experience was no novelty to Canon Pennyfather. It came to him intrains when he did not remember where he had come from, where he was going, or why! Itcame to him when he was walking along the street, it came to him when