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  1. 1.  We arrived at our hotel inLea-on-Sea early onSaturday morning. TheHotel Vista. Susan and Ialways stay there. It isvery quiet, very friendlyand the food is good. Iopened the door, and wewalked in.‘Good morning, MrsBrown,’ I said. ‘Mr and Mrs Reed,’ shesaid. ‘It’s good to see youagain.’ ‘It’s good to be hereagain,’ I said.
  2. 2. ‘Cup of coffee?’ she said. ‘Beforeyou go up to your room.’ ‘Thank you,’ I said.‘Where’s little Mary?’ askedSusan. Mary was Mrs Brown’sdaughter.‘She’s in the garden,’ said MrsBrown and laughed.‘But she’s not little! Mary’s a tallyoung woman now. ‘How old is she?’ Susan asked.‘Fifteen,’ said Mrs Brown. ‘Fifteen!’ I said. ‘Time goesquickly!’‘I know,’ said Mrs Brown. ‘Now,coffee! Before I forget again.’She walked to the kitchen.
  3. 3. Susan looked at me. ‘I love ithere, Peter,’ she said.‘I know,’ I said.‘When did we first meet?’ sheasked. ‘Eleven years ago?Twelve?’‘Wrong,’ I said. ‘It’ll bethirteen years on Tuesday,’I said. ‘In the cafe.’‘Ah, yes,’ said Susan, and shuther eyes.
  4. 4. The door opened, and MaryBrown looked in. She was tall.‘Hello,’ she said to Susan. ‘Andhello again,’ she said to me.‘Again?’ I said.‘Yes. Don’t you remember?Yesterday. You said “hello” inthe bank.’ ‘Oh, y. . . yes!’ I said, andpretended to remember. ‘Thatwas you!’Mary smiled. ‘I’ll see you later,’she said. ‘Goodbye!’‘Goodbye,’ we said. She shutthe door. Susan turned to me.“Why did you pretend?’ sheasked me.‘I don’t know,’ I said.
  5. 5. The sun was hot in theafternoon. After lunch,Susanand I walked down to thesea. We swam. The waterwas cold. After that, we walked across to Connor’s Coffee House. It was a small, quiet café near the sea. The café! The place Susan and I first met. We went back there every year. I opened the door and looked in. John Connor smiled. ‘Hello again!’ He said to me.
  6. 6. It was our fourth night at theHotel Vista. We were at a table inthe restaurant, but I did not wantto eat. I was afraid. Very afraid.Things were not right in Lea- on-Sea.
  7. 7. On Sunday, it was the old On Monday, the man inman in the newspaper shop. the bank . . .. . . and the woman in the Yesterday, the girl in the shoe shop.cinema.
  8. 8. And this afternoon, the woman in the Italian restaurant.All of them smiled at me and said, ‘Hello again!‘A man is pretending to be me,’ I said. ‘Why?’ ‘
  9. 9. I don’t know,’ said Susan. ‘But it’snot important.We’re . . .’‘Not important?’ I shouted. ‘Ithink it is. I . . . I’m going to thepolice!’‘No,’ said Susan. ‘They’ll laugh atyou. We’ll find the man. Lea-on-Sea isn’t very big. It’ll be easy.’I looked down. I didn’t want tomeet the man!Susan looked into my eyes. Shetook my hand. ‘I’m afraid, too,’she said.
  10. 10. Later that evening, we walkeddown to the sea. The sun wasred and yellow.The water was light blue.‘Today is an important day,’ saidSusan.‘Important?’ I said.‘Thirteen years,’ she said. ‘Youand me! Did you forget?’‘I? . . . Yes, I forgot,’ I saidquietly.‘Do you love me?’ Susan asked.‘Oh, yes,’ I said, and turned toher. ‘Good,’ she said. ‘I love you, too.’ We kissed. And for the firsttime on our holiday, I washappy!
  11. 11. Suddenly, Susan moved back.‘Look!’ she was right. ‘It’s him!At the café!’She was right. There was aman with a big nose and blackhair. He shut the café door andturned right. At the cinema, heturned right again, and walkedquickly away. ‘Run!’ said Susan. ‘We don’twant to lose him.’We arrived at the cinema andlooked down the road.‘Where is he?’ I said.‘There!’ said Susan.I saw him turn left at the bank.‘Quickly!’ I shouted.
  12. 12. We ran across the road afterthe man.‘Don’t go!’ I shouted. But he didn’t hear me. We ranto the bank. There, we stopped.I looked up and down the road.The man was not there.‘Where is he?’ I said. ‘I don’t know,’ said Susan. ‘Butwe’ll see him again. I know wewill. Come on,’ she said. ‘We’llhave a drink at the hotel.’
  13. 13. We walked back to the HotelVista slowly. Susan looked inthe cafés and restaurants butshe didn’t see the managain. Luckily!‘Perhaps we’ll never see himagain,’ I said.‘Perhaps,’ said Susan quietly.We arrived at the door of thehotel at ten o’clock. Weheard the television. Wewalked in. We saw MrsBrown, but she didn’t see us.I smiled. ‘Sleeping,’ I said.
  14. 14. I walked over to the bed. On it,face down, was a photograph.Who was the picture of? I wasafraid to look. I took thephotograph in my hand andslowly turned it over.‘What the . . . ?’ I shouted.‘What is it?’ said Susan. ‘Can Isee?’‘You can,’ I said. ‘But it isn’tgood!’ I gave her the photo. Susanlooked at it, and jumped back.‘But it’s you and me!’ she said.
  15. 15. ‘I know,’ I said, and lookedagain.It was Susan and me. Down atthe sea.‘That man!’ said Susan,excitedly. ‘He was there. It’shis photo!’ Suddenly, we heard a noise.The door opened. And there hewas, the man with my face.And he had a gun in his hand.‘Very clever!’ he said quietly.‘It was me.’He shut the door.‘Don’t move,’ he said. ‘Or I’llshoot.’
  16. 16. I looked at the man in horror.I wasn’t afraid of his gun - Iwas afraid of his face! He hadmy nose, my mouth, my ears,my hair . . .
  17. 17. ‘You know him!’ I said.‘Yes,’ Susan answered. ‘Hisname is Stephen Griggs.I worked with him fifteenyears ago.’‘I loved you,’ said the man.‘We were happy.’‘You’re a bad woman, SusanBarker,’ he said. ‘Youpretended to love me.’‘I did not! And my name isReed now.’‘Stay back!’ he shouted.Susan stopped.‘Those cold brown eyes,’ shesaid. ‘Ugh!’
  18. 18. ‘Did he always have my face?’ Iasked. ‘No,’ said Susan. ‘I don’t knowthe game he’s playing.’ ‘You will,’ said the man. ‘Youwill.’ He looked at the photographin my hand.‘That’s for you,’ he said. ‘Youcan look at it, and remember.’‘Remember what?’ I said.He smiled. ‘Your last walk withSusan,’ he said. ‘Before you goto prison.’
  19. 19. ‘Prison?’ I said. ‘Why?’ Because you shot Susan,’ he said. ‘I didn’t . . .’ ‘You will,’ he said. ‘Watch!’ And he turned and put the gun to Susan’s head. ‘NOOOOOO!’ I shouted, and jumped at him.The man shot. I shut my eyes.When I looked again, Susan wason the floor. Dead. Then, suddenly, the manturned and hit me on the head.It all went black — and I felldown, down, down.
  20. 20. After some time, I opened myeyes again. I remembered. ‘Youshot her!’ I said.‘No,’ the man smiled - with mysmile! ‘You shot her.My plan is going very well.’ I tried to get up, but it wasdifficult.‘I loved her,’ I said, quietly.‘I, too,’ he said. ‘But she waswith you. All those years. Now .. .’ He smiled again and lookedat the gun.‘Do you plan to shoot me, too?’I said.
  21. 21. Oh, no,’ he said. ‘I said, you’regoing to prison.Perhaps there, you’llunderstand. For me, Susan wasdead before I shot her. Nowshe’s dead for you, too.’He came over to me, and puthis hand over my mouth. Then Iheard Mrs Brown at the door.‘What are you doing in there?’she shouted.‘Mfff. ... mmwff!’ I said.‘I shot Susan!’ the mananswered for me. ‘And nowshe’s dead. Dead! DEAD! Oh,Susan, I’m sorry!’ Open the door!
  22. 22.  ‘There,’ he said. ‘Now she’llphone the police. And they’llcome — for you!’He walked over to the windowand looked out.‘Remember,’ I said. ‘You’ve gotmy face, too.’‘Not for long,’ he said. Inhorror, I watched him slowlytake the mask from his face.
  23. 23. ‘Now there’s only one PeterReed again. You!’‘But. . .’‘Oh, and one more thing. Hereyou are . . .’Before I knew it, the gun wasin my hand!‘You can give it to the police‘he laughed.
  24. 24. I watched the door. Itopened and four policemenwalked in. They looked at thedead woman. They looked atthe gun in my hand.The first policeman walkedover to me. ‘You come withus,’ he said. ‘I didn’t ... It isn’t ... I can’t . ..’ I said. I didn’t want to go toprison.‘Come with us,’ he saidagain. ‘You can talk later.We’ve got all night.’