"Dormund swears that your description fits him like a glove."
I managed to smile. "Isn't the Baron something of a red rag to Dormund? He gave me that impression that day at the station."
"There's something in that, perhaps. But he's a very shrewd fellow. You don't think there's anything in the idea, then?"
"My dear Feldermann, how on earth should I know? If I had seen him I could tell in a second."
"His daughter is with your sister; do you happen to know if the father is really in Berlin?"
"I can ask her if you like."
"Of course if you find out anything about his movements you'll tell us?"
"Of course. It would make a rattling good newspaper story, wouldn't it? By the way, I suppose you'll want my evidence. Don't bother me unless it's necessary."
"I came to tell you that we shall not have to trouble you yet, and perhaps not at all if you can help us in the way I've suggested. And I think you'll be able to, if you wish."
With this uncomfortably suggestive hint he left me.