“You mean Paul Conrad’s wife?” Seigel said, staring at him.
“That’s right,” Feiner said, pleased with the sensation he had caused.
“She’s not with Conrad, is she?”
“She’s on her own.”
“Check that, Louis!” Maurer said sharply, and got to his feet.
Seigel pushed past Feiner and hurried down the passage that led to the restaurant. He came back after a minute or so, his face excited.
“It’s Conrad’s wife all right. She’s at the bar on her own.”
Maurer waved Feiner away. When he had gone, he looked over at Gollowitz.
“What’s the idea? He wouldn’t send her here to spy, would he?”
Gollowitz shook his head.