"No," I said. And again, "No. No. No."
* * * * *
Forth didn't argue. He pointed, with a stubby finger. "Look--" he moved
the finger as he spoke, "height of forehead. Set of cheekbones. Your
eyebrows look different, and your mouth, because the expression is
different. But bony structure--the nose, the chin--"
I heard myself make a queer sound; dashed the mirror to the floor. He
grabbed my forearm. "Steady, man!"
I found a scrap of my voice. It didn't sound like Allison's. "Then
I'm--Jay_{2}? Jay Allison with amnesia?"
"Not exactly." Forth mopped his forehead with an immaculate sleeve and
it came away damp with sweat, "No--_not_ Jay Allison as I know him!" He
drew a long breath. "And sit down. Whoever you are, sit _down_!"