Moeller looked pained. “I was not talking for the Beronellis, but for my own private satisfaction. How stupid it is to say that the memory fails with the approach of old age. Would you think that I am sixty-six?”
“I’m not interested in your age.”
“No, of course not. Perhaps we could have a private talk. I suggest that we take a walk together on deck. It is raining, but a little rain will not hurt us.”
“My coat is on the chair over there.”
“Then I will meet you on the top deck in a few minutes’ time.”
Graham was waiting at the head of the companionway when Moeller came up. They moved into the lee of one of the lifeboats.
Moeller came straight to the point.
“I gather that you have seen Kuvetli.”
“I have,” said Graham grimly.
“Well?”