“Whom have you seen? Whom have you talked with?”
“Nobody.”
“Who told you I was Adolf von Arnheim?”
“It’s true, then.”
“If it is suspected, it is the same as if it were true,” he said, and she saw the finality of his logic. For his secure position to be questioned was disaster. It was essential that he remain above suspicion.
“Call Heinrich,” he said to von Essen.
Her father obeyed, and the servant entered the room and stood stiffly at attention.
“Have you allowed Miss von Essen to leave this house?” Cantor demanded.
“No,” said the man.
“You are certain?”