"So where did I get up to?" Cade asked. It was the afternoon, and after enduring a barrage of tests and hospital food, he had been allowed visitors again. Mrs Cade had hurried home to prepare Cade's flat, as the doctors indicated a release sooner than later, barring no further complications.

"You had tracked down Professor Plum, to a nursing home in the West country."

"That's it. More of a retirement home, there weren't too many nurses anyway. Most of the inmates seemed perfectly compos mentis. Plum, as we'll continue to call him, also appeared satisfactorily lucid. The problem was - and perhaps this happens to everyone as they get older - that time seems to become less sequential. There's so much of it, so many memories, that you run them altogether simultaneo...

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