"Is your name Patrick Mahon? It is?"

"By strange coincidence, a thunderstorm had been brewing when
Mahon, doing His grisly work,
Was dealing with the most grisly job of all--
The head, The woman's head.
He had severed it from the trunk,
Built a huge fire in The sitting room,
Placed her head upon it, then
(I owe a debt here to Edgar Wallace,
Who edited the transcript of the Mahon trial),

Then the Storm broke with a violent flash of lightning
And an appalling crash of Thunder.
As the head of Emily Kaye lay upon the coals,
The dead eyes Opened,
And Mahon fled out to the deserted shore.
When he nerved himself To return,
The fire had done its work.

The head was never found..."

"You lost your head.
And having lost your head, you left the lady's body
In the bungalow. Is that right? Yes?"
"Do you mean you wanted to go on having connection with her?"