They told me that Harry had been killed in a street accident - he was run over outside his own apartment in Stiftgaße by a passing vehicle as he stepped from the pavement. I didn’t get a chance to see his body. Then, later, they told me he wasn’t dead after all. I could barely take it in. That British Army officer – Major Calloway – he told me he was still alive. Apparently Holly Martins had seen him, but Harry gave him the slip. Now Calloway wanted me to help find Harry. He implied that while I was helping him, he would keep me out of the hands of the Russians, who now knew about me. How could I help? I knew less than he did!
Calloway turned Holly Martins, though. That weak, aimless man! Head filled with pious notions about honesty, but he couldn’t even be honest with the man he called his best friend. He
(Holly or Calloway?) had the nerve to tell me he had fallen in love with me! Anyway, Holly agreed to lure Harry into a trap if Calloway would arrange for me to be taken safely out of Vienna. As soon as I realised he
(Again Holly or Calloway?)had struck a deal I told him that if he
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) wanted to sell his services, I wasn’t willing to be the price. He went ahead and trapped him anyway. And it was Holly, of all people, who shot him. Maybe it was to save Harry from the hangman – to give him some dignity in death, but I don’t think so. And I don’t care. I despise the man.