We found out only when we got back to the rooming house, and then not until we got to our own room. At first we looked in Randy's room. He lay on the bed, dead to the world, but snoring and smiling beatifically. We knew we could not wake him and were not sure we wanted to. Repairing to our own room, we found the great stiff yellow-and-pink cape standing like a sentinel in the middle of the room, the black lettering R. BURKE visible against the yellow side. Attached to the cape was a scrawled note: "Many thanks for saving my life."
One year later Randy lost his life. He suffered a heart attack while swimming near M�laga and drowned. We brought the cape to Paris, later to New York and then to London. That is how it got to be among the things that clutter up the house.