The two old people stared at him in surprise.
“To speak to him?” said the woman, and shook her head as if in doubt. “Is it about Miss Langen?”
“Yes, please wake him.”
“But he is ill, and the doctor—”
“Please wake him up. I will take the responsibility.”
“But who are you?” asked the janitor.
Muller smiled a little at this belated caution on the part of the old man, and answered. “I will tell Mr. Fellner who I am. But please announce me at once. It concerns the young lady.” His expression was so grave that the woman waited no longer, but let him in and then disappeared through another door. The janitor stood and looked at Muller with half distrustful, half anxious glances.
“It’s no good news you bring,” he said after a few minutes.
“You may be right.”
“Has anything happened to our dear young lady?”