"Yes. But I do not think they were guilty of this."
"I know they were. Why else were they here?" she cried. She was manifestly still holding to what I believed to be a quite mistaken belief; but I had already given my opinion to the police, and to argue with her was needless.
"I am going now, Fräulein. There is no message I can take for you anywhere? Nothing I can do?"
She hesitated, and after a pause said with some sign of anxiety: "I sent to Herr von Felsen, but he has not come?" and she looked at me half doubtfully, half questioningly.
"Would you like me to see him?"
"You are not friendly."
"I am your friend, remember that. I will certainly go to him if you wish."
"Oh, if you would!" she cried, her face lighting with a smile of gratitude.
"Of course I will," I agreed, and held out my hand.
She was an emotional girl, and instead of merely shaking my hand she seized it, and was in the act of pressing her lips to it, when she paused and glanced up in my face with a smile.