It was a brief, precise description of the house and its occupants. This was the house of Claude Leopold Brandès, doctor, and reserve officer, age thirty-eight, married. His wife, his child—a daughter—and his sister lived with him. There were twelve rooms, three attics, a basement; kitchen, scullery, wash-house, harness-room, stable. There was a landaulet, a small motor-car, and two horses; all requisitioned.
"Das ist alles, Herr Kapitän."
"No other adult males?" asked the Herr Kapitän.
No. Nothing but these women.
Where had the man Brandès gone to?
He had left on the night of July 31st.
For the frontier?
No, for the capital, it was believed. "But," added the young officer casting a fleeting glance at the three women, "that will be easy to ascertain."
"Any one of ours here?" asked the older man.
"Yes. A certain Fritz Müller, of Löhrrach."