Another shake of the head; and she would not budge, so that it became necessary to try a turn of the screw.
"Your reason has to do with some one else?"
"What do you mean?" she flashed in surprise and some alarm.
"I had a visit yesterday from a man who called himself Rudolff."
"Well? What's that got to do with it?"
"With two companions he tried to murder me."
She caught her breath. "Is that true?"
"As you see, the attempt failed and the man himself got the blow intended for me. I took him to my rooms afterwards and—well, here's his confession."
Her interest was keen enough to quicken her breathing as I took out the paper; and her fright deepened as I read it, and she began to tremble violently. "As you hear, he was the man who pointed me out to you yesterday in the Thiergarten."
For a few moments she was too overcome to speak. "What—do you—think it all means?" she stammered brokenly.