Dick lived in England. In January he said to his wife, "I'm going to fly to New York next week, because I've got some work there." "Where are you going to stay there?" his wife asked. "I don't know yet," Dick answered. "Please send me your address from there in a telegram," his wife said. "All right," Dick answered. He flew to New York on January 31st and found a nice hotel in the centre of the city. He put his things in his room and then he sent his wife a telegram. He put the address of his hotel in it. In the evening he did not have any work, so he went to a cinema. He came out at nine o'clock and said, "Now I'm going to go back to my hotel and have a nice dinner." He found a taxi, and the driver said, "Where do you want to go?" But Dick did not remember the name and address of his hotel. "Which hotel are my things in?" he said. "And what am I going to do tonight?" But the driver of the taxi did not know, so Dick got out and went into a telegraph office. There he sent his wife another telegram, and in it he wrote, "Please send me my address at this telegraph office."