"You've been moving in well-informed circles," he admitted. "Now shall I proceed to turn the tables upon you?"
"You can't possibly know anything about me," she declared confidently.
"I could tell you what I've discovered from personal observation," he replied.
"That sounds like compliments or candour," she murmured. "I'm terrified of both."
"Well, I guess I'm not out to frighten you," he assured her. "I'll keep the secrets of my heart hidden—until after luncheon, at any rate—-and just ask you—how you enjoyed your stay in Berlin?"
Maggie's manner changed. She lowered her voice.
"In Berlin?" she repeated.
"In the household of the erstwhile leather manufacturer, the present President, Herr Essendorf. I hope you liked those fat children. They always seemed to me loathsome little brats."
"What do you know about my stay in Berlin?" she demanded.
"Everything there is to be known," he answered. "To tell you the truth, our people there were a trifle anxious about you. I was the little angel watching from above."