Paul Klee's Frying Pan - Part 6

‘How do you know this’ I said, and he came out of his revere.
‘ Adele and I lived together for two magical years.’ He said.
‘ But - we had a bad falling out at one of those odd masked balls her titled crowd threw....hmmmmmmm...my fault looking back - you can, by jealousy block someones light - it's always a disaster.
It took two weeks for us to unravel, but we broke up – rather badly actually, then I was lost ,castaway for those 15 years – Jeez the whole world thought I was dead – she married some Russian Count I heard years later, It‘s only now my friend that the slow clockwork machinations of Swiss solicitors have found me ...’
I said quietly. ‘ So did she die recently Doc?’
‘ No no – gosh she died a good ten years ago I believe. According to the conversation I had on the phone - in halting high Swiss German and French last night – they’ve been holding a package for me all this time in one of their confounded little safes.’
It went quiet, we both laughed saying together, ‘Paul Klee’s frying pan!!’