'Never mind,' you said. 'I can guess what they said. Let me tell you my side of the story.' So that's what you did, sitting there on the floor, cradling my head in your arms, leaning up against the empty vat where all Korngold's famous Pawn Cracktail favouring was once brewed up. There was still a faint but distinct fishy aroma. I still find the spell of pawn strangely erratic.