She smiled at him radiantly. She was beautiful. "Yes," she said. "Yes,
darling."
"At Jones Beach--" he began.
"You got the bra of my bathing suit but wouldn't give it back to me,"
she said, and flushed.
"O.K., now let's hurry. Outside. The cops are almost here."
"Wait a minute," Jane said. "I have a vague memory. She--she wouldn't
tell you...."
Jane's body--auburn-hair-in-Jane--was crying bitterly. It sounded as if
she would go on crying forever. Overman was still unconscious.
"It's like fingerprints or retinal prints," the new Jane said.
"What is? Hurry up!"
"An electroencephalogram. An E.E.G. Each person's is different. There
aren't any mistakes, ever."
"I once had one--in the Army!" Horner cried. "I can prove all of this,
as fantastic as it sounds. And there's this machinery."
"We won't have to be fugitives, Hugh!"
"Yes, but," he smiled, "I wanted to see the world. I didn't mind."
"We'll see the world," Jane said, and kissed him. "After you clear
yourself."
"And after a few new law books to cover this are written,"
twenty-five-year-old Hugh Horner said to his beautiful, twenty-year-old
wife. They would have a long session with the police, he knew. At
first, the police wouldn't believe them. But ultimately, they would
have to. He remembered reading about a case in another state, in
Wisconsin. Identical twins, never had their fingerprints taken, no
identifying marks. One a criminal, the other not. And an E.E.G. proving
their identity and accepted in court.
So, eventually, the police would believe them.
And give them a second chance to live their youth the way it should
have been lived in the first place.