I was just fitting the key into the door of my room when the man appeared at my elbow. He was quite ordinary, except for his small, gimlet eyes.
"Can I speak to you?" he said. He was steadying his voice with all effort, and his hand was tight, on my arm.
Bored with the city and anxious for a touch of adventure, I decided to let him In. He looked the door him. self.
"Pardon me," he said. "I'M a bit rattled tonight. You see, I happen at this moment to be dead . . ."