“Do you speak English?” I ask, just to gain time.
“I know all languages,” he says stiffly, “but now we will talk German.”
“Very well.”
“What are you doing in Manhay?”
“I am here for pleasure.” Such an imbecile reply makes the attaché glance at me even more suspiciously.
“Have you papers?”
“Yes.” I fly up to my room, fetch out a visiting card and a Lloyd’s bank-book and take them down to him.
He turns them over. “This bank, I have never even heard of it,” he says. “You come from London?”
“Yes.”
“Then you know the German bank——”