“Then you know Miss Asta Langen and her family?”
“Why, of course. I was in service on the estate when all the dreadful things happened.”
“What things?”
“Why the divorce—and—but you are a stranger and I shouldn’t talk about these family affairs to you. You had better tell me what has happened to our young lady.”
“I must tell that to your master first.”
The woman came back at this moment and said to Muller, “Come with me, please. Berner, you are to stay here until the gentleman goes out again.”
Muller followed her through several rooms into a large bed-chamber where he found an elderly man, very evidently ill, lying in bed.
“Who are you?” asked the sick man, raising his head from the pillow. The woman had gone out and closed the door behind her.
“My name is Muller, police detective. Here are my credentials.”
Fellner glanced hastily at the paper. “Why does the police send to me?”