In mid-afternoon he phoned Eva again.‘Something’s happened, hasn’t it?’ she asked as soon as she heard his voice.‘Yes, it has. But it was so extraordinary I don’t know if even you will believe it.’‘Try me,’ said Eva.‘Very well. But, please, whatever you say, don’t try to tell me it was a dream.’Then he told her exactly what had happened to him the night before, when he had fallen asleep holding the sketch of Georgia.Eva had become really a very close friend, and Mortimer knew that she wouldn’t think he had gone mad. But he was surprised when, after asking a few pertinent questions, she said, ‘I’m coming to London.’‘Really? I didn’t know you were planning a visit.’‘I wasn’t. But this is something big, isn’t it? It needs another good mind on the case. I’ll ring Jan this evening and ask if I can come to stay.’Mortimer felt comforted when he put down the phone.*Laura slept late and heavily. When she woke, she couldn’t remember which world she was in.
