"She wouldn't answer directly. 'To be able to vanish like that,' she said. 'It's true, then; you do some things badly over here.'
"'Undoubtedly we do.'" Singleton smiled again as though recalling a compliment paid the British service.
And then he owned that she had very nearly bowled him over the next moment by saying: "'You don't happen to know where Mr. Ernst Pforzheim is?'
"'Pforzheim?'" Singleton had echoed feebly with his vacant, uninterested look. "'What makes you think of Pforzheim?'
"'Because wherever Ernst Pforzheim is, we'll find Greta.'"
Singleton smiled at her: "You're clear off the track. Pforzheim was arrested ages ago and locked up."
"But he escaped; Greta told me so."
"Well, he hasn't escaped, so make your mind easy about that."
She lay silent a moment, turning it over in her mind: "But if she didn't find Ernst, what did she do?"
Singleton seemed not to know the answer to that.