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mdoingabookonmountainsinNorthAmerica.I'

vegotsomegreatpicturesofyourmountain.'

ThetwomenlookedupatWhistlerMountainbehindthevillage.Itlookedverybeautifulinthemorningsun.

Doyoutravelalot,then?

askedthewaiter.

Allthetime,'

Nicksaid.'

Iwritebooks,andIwritefortravelmagazines.Iwriteabouteverything-differentcountries,towns,villages,rivers,mountains,people...'

ThewaiterlookedoverNick'

shead.'

There'

sagirlacrossthestreet,'

Doyouknowher?

Nickturnedhisheadandlooked.'

No,Idon'

t.'

Well,sheknowsyou,Ithink,'

thewaitersaid.'

She'

swatchingyouverycarefully.'

HegaveNickasmile.'

Haveaniceday!

Hewentaway,backintothecaf?

Nicklookedatthegirlacrossthestreet.Shewasabouttwenty-five,andshewasverypretty.'

Sheiswatchingme,'

Nickthought.Thenthegirlturnedandlookedinoneoftheshopwindows.Afterasecondortwo,shelookedbackatNickagain.

Nickwatchedher.'

Shelooksworried,'

hethought.'

What'

sshedoing?

Isshewaitingforsomebody?

Suddenly,thegirlsmiled.Thenshewalkedacrossthestreet,cameuptoNick'

stable,andsatdown.Sheputherbagdownonthetable.Thebagwashalf-open.

Hi,I'

mJan,'

shesaid.'

Doyourememberme?

WemetatapartyinToronto.'

Hi,Jan,'

saidNick.Hesmiled.I'

mNick.Butwedidn'

tmeetatapartyinToronto.Idon'

tgotopartiesveryoften,andneverinToronto.'

Oh,'

thegirlsaid.Butshedidn'

tgetupormoveaway.

Havesomecoffee,'

saidNick.ThestoryaboutthepartyinTorontowasn'

ttrue,butitwasabeautifulmorning,andshewasaprettygirl.'

MaybeitwasapartyinMontr閍l.OrNewYork.'

Thegirllaughed.'

OK.Maybeitwas.Andyes,I'

dlovesomecoffee.'

Whenshehadhercoffee,Nickasked,'

WhatareyoudoinginWhistler?

Ordoyoulivehere?

Ohno,'

I'

mjust,er,justtravellingthrough.Andwhatareyoudoinghere?

"

matravelwriter,'

Nicksaid,'

andI'

mwritingabookaboutfamousmountains.'

That'

sinteresting,'

shesaid.Butherfacewasworried,notinterested,andshelookedacrosstheroadagain.

Amanwithveryshort,whitehairwalkedacrosstheroad.Hewasaboutsixtyyearsold,andhewastallandthin.Thegirlwatchedhim.

Areyouwaitingforsomeone?

askedNick.

No,'

shesaidquickly.Thensheasked,'

Whereareyougoingnext,Nick?

ToVancouver,forthreeorfourdays,'

hesaid.

Whenareyougoing?

sheasked.

Laterthismorning,'

hesaid.Therewasaletterinthetopofthegirl'

shalf-openbag.Nickcouldseesomeofthewriting,andhereaditbecausehesawtheword'

Vancouver'

-...andwecanmeetattheEmpressHotel,Victoria,VancouverIsland,onFridayafternoon...

Soshe'

sgoingtoVancouvertoo,'

hethought.

Suddenlythegirlsaid,'

Doyoulikemovies?

Movies?

Yes,Ilovemovies,'

Why?

Iknowaman,andhe--helovesmovies,andgoingtothecinema,'

shesaidslowly.'

Peoplecallhim"

MrHollywood"

.'

ShesmiledatNick.'

CanIcallyou"

too?

Nicklaughed.'

OK'

hesaid.'

AndwhatcanIcallyou?

Shesmiledagain.'

CallmeMysteryGirl,'

shesaid.

sagoodnameforyou,'

saidNick.

Justthen,themanwithwhitehaircameintothecaf?

HedidnotlookatNickorthegirl,buthesatatatablenearthem.Heaskedthewaiterforsomebreakfast,thenhebegantoreadamagazine.

Thegirllookedattheman,thenquicklylookedawayagain.

Doyouknowhim?

Nickaskedher.

shesaid.Shefinishedhercoffeequicklyandgotup.'

Imustgonow,'

Nickstoodup,too.'

Niceto-'

hebegan.

Butthegirlsuddenlytookhisfacebetweenherhands,andkissedhimonthemouth.'

Drivecarefully,MrHollywood.Goodbye'

shesaid,withabig,beautifulsmile.Thensheturnedandwalkedquicklyaway.

Nicksatdownagainandwatchedher.Shewalkeddowntheroadandintoabighotel.

Nowwhat,'

thoughtNick,'

wasthatallabout?

ThemanwithwhitehairwatchedNickandwaited.Afterfouroffiveminutes,Nickfinishedhiscoffee,tookhisbooksandhiscamera,andleftthecaf?

Hiscarwasjustoutsidethegirl'

shotel,andhewalkedslowlyalongthestreettoit.

Themanwithwhitehairwaitedasecond,thenquicklyfollowedNick.

Fromawindowhighupinthehotel,thegirllookeddownintotheroad.ShesawNick,andthemanwithwhitehairaboutfiftyyardsbehindhim.Nickgotintohiscar,andthemanwithwhitehairwalkedquicklytoaredcaracrossthestreet.FivesecondslaterNickdroveawayinhisbluecar,andtheredcarbegantofollowhim.

Whenthegirlsawthis,shesmiled,thenwenttoputsomethingsinhertravelbag.

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Ahandintheback

Thatevening,inhishotelroominVancouver,NickcouldnotstopthinkingaboutthegirlintheWhistlercaf?

Whydidshecomeandsitwithhim?

Shedidn'

tknowhim,andthatstoryaboutapartyinTorontowasn'

ttrue.Andshewasworriedaboutsomething.Butwhat?

Andthatkiss!

Itwasnice,ofcourse,butwhydidshedoit?

Maybeshelikedmyface,'

Nickthought.'

Ormybrowneyes.ButI'

mnotgoingtoseeheragain,soitdoesn'

tmatter.Forgetit.'

Heputsomemoneyinhispocketandwentdownstairstothehotelrestaurant.Buttherewerenofreetables,sohewalkeddowntoGastownandfoundarestaurantthere.

Afterdinner,hewentforawalk.Vancouverwasafriendlycity,andNicklikedwalkingthroughGastownandChinatown,lookingintheshopsandwatchingthepeople.Itwasnearlydarknow,anditwasabusytimeoftheevening.Therewerealotofcars,andalotofpeople.

Afteratime,Nickbegantowalkbacktohishotel.Hecametoabusystreet,andwaited,withasmallcrowdofpeople,togoacross.AtallwomaninabluedressstoodnexttohimSheturnedandsmiledathim.

It'

sthefirstwarmeveningofspring,'

snicetobeout,afterthelongcoldwinter.'

Yeah,'

saidNick.'

sgreat.It'

s-'

Suddenly,therewasahandinhisback-andthehandpushedNickintotheroad.Nickfellonhisface,infrontofabiggreencar.

Peoplescreamed.

Butthegreencarstopped,onlyinchesfromNick'

shead.ThewomaninthebluedressranintotheroadandpulledNicktohisfeet.

AreyouOK?

Whathappened?

ThedriverofthegreencarshoutedangrilyatNick,butNickdidnothearhim.

Somebodypushedme,'

hesaidtothewoman.'

Ididn'

tfall-somebodypushedme!

Pushedyou?

saidthewoman."

Who?

Ididn'

tseeanybody.'

Nicklookedatthefacesofthepeoplenearhim,buthedidn'

tknowthem.

Thenhesawaman'

sback.Themanwastallandthin,andhadveryshortwhitehair.hewalkedquicklyawaydownthestreet,anddidnotlookback.

Hey,you!

Nickshouted.'

Wait!

Butthemandidnotstop,andhewassoonlostinthecrowds.

Didhepushyou?

askedthewomaninthebluedress.

I...Idon'

tknow,'

Nicksaid.

Idon'

tknowhisname,Nicksaid.'

ButIknowthatshortwhitehair.NowwheredidIseeitbefore?

Thewomanbegantomoveaway.'

Imustgethome,'

AreyouOKnow?

Yeah,I'

mOK.'

Andthanks.Thanksforyourhelp.'

sOK.'

Thewomansmiled.'

Becarefulnow!

Backinhishotel,Nicksatonhisbedandthought.'

Itwasanaccident.Nobodypushedme,itwasanaccident.Nobodywantstokillme.AndtherearehundredsofmeninVancouverwithwhitehair.'

Itwasoneo'

clockinthemorning,butNickcouldn'

tsleep.Helistenedtothecarsintheroad,andhelookedatthenightskythroughhishotelroomwindow.

Thenhesatatthetableandtriedtowritesomemoreofhisbookaboutmountains,buthecouldn'

tthinkabouthiswork.Hegotbackintobed.

Therewerefouroffivemagazinesinthehotelroom.Theywerenotveryinteresting,butNicksatinbedandopenedone...andsawaphotoof'

MysteryGirl'

!

Helookedatthepictureverycarefully.But,yes,itwasher!

Jan,thegirlfromtheWhistlercaf?

Shewasnexttoamanofaboutfiftyorfifty-five,andtheywereinthegardenofabig,expensivehouse.Theysmiledatthecamera,andtheylookedveryhappy.

Canadianmillionaire,HowardHutson,andhisdaughter,Meg,itsaidunderthepicture,attheirhomeinToronto.MegHutson!

NotJan.NotMysteryGirl.MegHutson,thedaughterofamillionaire!

Nickreaditagain.

Whydidshecomeandsitwithmeinthecaf?

atWhistler?

Millionaires'

daughtersdon'

tsitwithstrangersincaf閟,andthengivethemabigkisswhentheyleave!

Whydidshedoit?

Whatdidshewant?

---

Hethoughtbacktothecaf?

inWhistler,andthegirlnexttohimatthetable.Thenherememberedsomething.Herememberedamanatatableneartheminthecaf?

Atallthinman,aboutsixtyyearsold.Amanwithveryshortwhitehair.Nickdidn'

tsleepmuchthatnight.

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