"Would one of you explain?" I asked. "I can't think what's happened.
You're at least a paragraph ahead of me."
Reginald sat down again and lit a cigarette.
"It's simply this," he said, trying to keep calm. "You may call me
what you like, but I am always the same person week after week."
"Nonsense. Why, it was Richard last week."
"But the same person."
"And Gerald the week before. Gerald, yes; he was rather a good
chap."
"Just the same, only the name was different. And who are we? We are
you as you imagine yourself to be."