“So help me God, the first time!”
“But Penurot was not meant to keep these peculiar loaves for himself? He, like yourself, is only an agent? If you want me to speak for you, you must tell me unreservedly everything you know about it.”
“Penurot has a business friend in Antwerp, as the Herr major has rightly guessed.”
“His name?”
“Eberhard Amelungen.”
“What is he?”
“A wholesale merchant. My cargo is intended for him.”
“And how is he connected with Penurot?”
“I don’t know. Penurot is an agent who does all kinds of business.”
“Oh! and what does the owner, Mynheer van Spranekhuizen, say to your having anything to do with such things as the conveyance of these loaves?”