Agatha Christie. A tragedy in three acts (№ 212510)

- To get off the road - that's all I can do, ' he continued with a cheerful desperation in his voice. The youth reaches out to youth... Those two, they were made for each other... I should disappear...
- Where is it? - asked Mr. Satterthwaite.
Sir Charles carelessly waved his hand.
- Nowhere. They're not important?.. Maybe wag in Monte Carlo, he added suddenly, a little out of the way, but then he caught himself and spoke, as demanded by the sensitive stage, breathlessly:
To get lost in the crowd.. or in the desert... What's the difference? In essence, man is always alone... Loneliness is my destiny...
It was clearly a replica of the curtain.
Nodding to his companion and sole spectator, sir Charles left the room.