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  “Kristor Vlanec,” she said suddenly.

  The man turned and asked in German how she knew. Then the thing happened which took my breath away. She answered him fluently in Serbo-Croat.

  My astonish­ment must have been ludi­crous to any­one who saw it. I stared at her, open-mouthed and speech­less.

  Leslie, I swear by anything you like that that very morning Elaine had not known three words of Serbo-Croat, and now she was talking it like a native.

  That must have puzzled the police as well. They asked for our pass­ports. While they looked at them I demanded of Elaine what it meant — why she hadn't told me she knew the lang­uage.

  She looked at me as if trying hard to follow my words and when she answered it was with such a thick foreign accent that I could scarcely under­stand what she said.

  What it amounted to was for me not to make a fuss in front of the police, and that she would explain later.

  Of course, she hasn't explained. She hasn't even attempted to. Anyway, how can you explain a thing like that?

  When we'd finished with the police, I gave instruc­tions for the car to be towed in and repaired, and we came on here by tram. That was two days ago, and I'm more bewildered now than I was then.

  I can scarcely talk to her. She delibe­rately restricts all our conver­sation to necessities. But she talks to other people, jabbering away to them in this Serbo-Croat as if she had known it all her life.

  Another thing, Leslie, Elaine's changed in herself. Little characteristic habits she had are gone. And the way she dresses and holds herself is different. I can't describe just how, but it is. She's not Elaine any longer in the things that matter. It's like being with a stranger.

  I can understand the shock of seeing that man die, but this language busi­ness gets me. I just don't know what to make of it. Of course, I wanted to bring her back to London at once, but she refused to move. There was no argu­ment, just a flat refusal.

  By the time you get this I shall have had your answer to my telegram, and I shall, I hope have got some medical opinion — if she will consent to visit the doctor.

  As it is, I'm half-crazy with worry over her, but, worse than that, Leslie, I'm scared. This is queer. Nothing out of the text books. It's uncanny. I'll let you know any develop­ments as soon as I can.

  Yours ever,

  Walter.

  Memo from Captain of Police, Valejo to Chief of Police, Beograd. (Translation).

  English tourists, Mr. and Mrs. Walter Fisson, today reported finding man, Kristor Vlanec, shot ten miles out on Sarajevo road. Inquiries and circum­stances confirm their state­ments as made to us. Never­the­less there is some­thing unusual about the woman, who speaks Serbo-Croat fluently. They left here for Hotel Princip, Beograd. Suggest inquiries at the British Consulate.

  Memo from Chief of Police, Beograd, to Captain of Police, Valejo. (Translation).

  Consulate vouches for Mr. and Mrs. Fisson. All in order. We have no infor­mation regarding Kristor Vlanec.

  Letter from Dr. Leslie Linton, London, to Dr. Frederick Wilcox, Paste Restante, Budapest, Hungary.

  Dear Fred:

  Sorry to butt in on your holiday like this, but look upon the enclosed copy of a letter from Walter Fisson. Is he cracked, or is Elaine? How could a sane person make that mistake about languages? What can it be but a mistake?

  I wondered if you, being fairly handy to the place, could drop in and see them. You meant to go on towards Belgrade any­way, didn't you? And if either of them has been to see Dr. Bljedolje there, can you get a word with Mm? I expect Walter used my name as an intro­duction.

  I hope you won't curse too steadily at having this wished upon you, but you must admit that it looks as if one of them needed a bit of investi­gation. One doesn't like to see friends of one's youth headed straight for the nut-house.

  Yours fraternally,

  Leslie.

  Memo from Captain of Police, Valejo to Chief of Police, Beograd.

  Understand that there was a feud between deceased Kristor Vlanec and Beograd man called Petro Zanja.

  Memo from Chief of Police, Beograd, to Captain of Police, Valejo.

  Petro Zanja and brother, Mikla Zanja, found shot here. Investigation proceeding.

  Letter from Dr. Frederic Wilcox, Hotel Princip, Beograd, to Dr. Leslie Linton, London.

  Dear Leslie:

  Lord knows what you've let me in for, blast you. Every­body in this busi­ness seems to be pretty rocky except me —and I'm beginning to wonder if I've been hearing right.

  To begin with, you didn't put us out. Mary wanted to come here any­way.

  It was quite clear from the start that the hotel people think there's something odd about the Fissons from the look which the man at the desk gave us when I asked about them. And right away I want you to know that all that Walter said in his letter is, as far as I can tell, abso­lutely true.

  Elaine is as fluent as a native in this local lingo; and to all appearances she knows only a few words of English, of which her pronun­ciation is execrable. Walter is worried to death. He looks as if he'd put on years in a few days. He's scared, too. I may be wrong, Leslie, but I distinctly got the impression that what­ever may have been his state when he wrote that letter, he is now not so much scared for her as scared of her.

  Elaine did not recog­nize me or Mary, but Mary did her best to have a kind of ‘all girls together’ with her in spite of that and the language diffi­culty. She thought that out of one of those showing-one-another-clothes affairs it might be possible to get something.

  Walter was about as much help as an oyster. He seemed annoyed that I'd read your copy of his letter, and he just wouldn't talk much about it. I did dis­cover, how­ever, that he'd been to see that doctor about it, but he hadn't been able to get Elaine to go. How­ever, I thought it worth while to go around to see what the doctor had made of him. What an interview!

  Doctor Bljedolje may have earned all the letters he has after his name, but if you ask me he's as crazy as a coot. The man's medieval. What do you think he lectured me on? Transferred personality!

  Of course I thought he was getting at divided personality, Jekyll and Hyde stuff at first, but not he. That, it appears is elementary, kid's stuff, to him. He seems seriously to believe that there are person­alities of such hypnotic and domin­ating power that they can in certain circum­stances project them­selves into other minds — can actually drive out the former occupant of a body, so to speak.

  According to him, this man who was shot, Krister Vlanec, must have had such a personality. It is, Bljedolje says, the nearest thing to immortality. That personality may have inhabited a dozen or more bodies before that of Vlanec. The points he makes about this case in particular are these. (He had, by the way, got much more out of Walter than there was in the letter.)

  Firstly, Elaine is not just suffering from loss of memory or obsessions. She had become a different person with different mannerisms and different language. That many of her mannerisms were now mascu­line.

  That I can confirm from my own observation. Elaine has a kind of uncertainty of move­ment and gesture which can easily be interpreted as a conflict of conscious intentions with unconscious physical habits. It is rather as though she has to watch and study herself the whole time — akin perhaps to the very active self-regulation of a tight-rope walker.

  Secondly, Bljedolje figures Vlanec was evidently a man of disturbing and unusual personality. As evidence of this he points to the cut made on the man's forehead by his assailants, and the car driver's fear when he saw it. It was undoubtedly, he says a sign formerly much used in these parts to ward off the evil eye and discourage witch­craft in general. Some­thing in Vlanec's nature must have caused the attackers to put it there. Otherwise, its presence is sense­less.

  Thirdly, he is of the opinion that Vlanec first attempted to transfer his person­ality to Walter himself — you remember Walter's own descrip­tion of the strange, hypnotic effect — but that was interrupt
ed by his own physical pain. • Later on, still according to Bljedolje, the man must have rallied again and have succeeded in forcing his spirit from his dying body into the only person on hand, Elaine.

  Fourthly, he makes some play with this. You recall that Walter says that as he came back he spoke to Elaine and that she took no notice, but the dying man did. Well, Bljedolje maintains that, though it was Vlanec's body which lay by the road, it was Elaine who actually died at that moment. Vlanec is alive, in Elaine's form!

  Now what do you make of that? From a man, mind you, with high degrees from Vienna, Berlin and New York. He must have seen pretty clearly how I felt about it, but he didn't take offence.

  “All right,” he said with a smile. 'Then you try a little test. Sometime when she is at ease, quite unsuspicious, you understand, address her suddenly as ‘Kristor’ and watch her very carefully, my friend.”

  Leslie, I did that later on. And she responded to the name! It was several seconds before she recovered herself.

  Look here, this must be all rot, mustn't it? But, rot or not, I can't see what there is to be done about it.

  We have decided to hang on here a few days on the chance that we may be of some use. I don't at all like the way Walter's got the wind up. It looks as though there's something more he's afraid of and has held back from you and from Bljedolje.

  I'll let you know the moment there's anything more to tell.

  Yours in a baffled condition,

  Fred.

  P.S. I think Mary is arriving at some­thing like the same conclusion on her own. She keeps saying in a puzzled kind of way that Elaine doesn't seem to know how to wear clothes any longer and that she looks to her like a man dressed up.

  Report Chief of Detective Bureau, Beograd to Chief of Police, Beograd. (Translation).

  Marthe Kanjiki was taken to lounge of Hotel Princip as suggested, and there identi­fied the English tourist, Mrs. Fisson, as the woman she saw leaving the Zanjas' house at the approximate time of the murder of Petro and Mikla Zanja. Identification is positive.

  Telephone conversation between Dr. Frederic Wilcox, Hotel Princip, Beograd and Dr. Leslie Linton, 84, Nelson Court, London, W.I.

  “Hullo, Leslie? This is Fred speaking from Beograd —Belgrade, to you. You got my letter?”

  “Yes. What's happened now?”

  “The police arrested Elaine, right here in the hotel.”

  “What on earth for?” demanded Linton.

  “Well, it seems that some chaps called Zanja whom the police suspected of bumping off this Kristor Vlanec were bumped off them­selves two or three days later, and the police prove Elaine did the shooting.”

  “But why in God's name should she?”

  “She wouldn't, of course. It's absurd unless—”

  “Unless what?”

  “Unless Dr. Bljedolje was right.”

  “Good God, Fred, you don't really believe that transferred personality stuff? Vlanec taking his revenge on them in Elaine's body. You must be crazy.”

  “It — well — oh, damn it, then I am crazy! Why else should Elaine — I mean, they don't arrest foreign tourists on a charge like that without good evidence.”

  “You mean you think she did do it?”

  “Well, physically, yes. What's more I think Walter knew. That's why he was so windy.”

  “Where's he now?”

  “Vanished. Cleared out.”

  “And left Elaine — like that?”

  “He — well, old boy, I don't think he is Walter any longer.”

  “What the devil are you talking about?”

  “Well, I was in the lounge when they brought Elaine down. The moment she saw me and Mary she tore herself free from the police and ran across to us. And she spoke in English as good as yours or mine. She said: ‘Fred, for God's sake get me out of this. Get Dr. Bljedolje, he'll under­stand.’ That's all she could manage before they came up and took her away.”

  “Did you manage to get hold of Bljedolje?”

  “Yes. That's why I called you. He thinks Vlanec's done it again, and got away with it.”

  “Meaning just what?”

  “To put it simply: just as Vlanec, when his own body was in trouble, forced Elaine's spirit to change places with his; so, now that he's got Elaine's body into trouble he's forced another trans­ference and taken over Walter's body. In fact, that if we do find what appears to be Walter, it will actually be an individual who talks Serbo-Croat and knows only a few words of English.”

  “And the consciousness now in Elaine's body—”

  “Is Walter's.”

  “Good Lord! There must be some­thing about those parts that sends you all crazy, if that's what you think.”

  “Well, what the hell else is there to think? They're exe­cu­ting Elaine in the morning,”

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  THE BEST OF JOHN WYNDHAM

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  First published in Great Britain by Sphere Books Ltd 1973

  Copyright © The Executors of the Estate of the late John Wyndham 1973

  Anthology copyright © Sphere Books Ltd 1973

  Introduction copyright © Leslie Flood 1973

  Bibliography copyright © Gerald Bishop 1973

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