whatever it is you did for him in those days. Do you remember?’ ‘No,’ you said. ‘Well, I do. I read your second book, by the way,’ continued Dash. ‘What was it called again? The Garden Shed?’ ‘The Treehouse.’ ‘Not quite as good as Two Germans, was it? I wonder what poor old Erich made of it.’ ‘Well, he was dead by the time it came out, so I doubt he made anything of it.’ ‘Of course he was,’ said the American. ‘He died alone in Berlin, didn’t he? I read somewhere that he’d been dead a week before anyone discovered the body. One of his neighbours
