"At Ehrenheim."
"Will you spell it?" And when she had done so, he looked at the word with suspicion. "Where is it?"
"In Hanover."
"In Germany, you mean."
"In Hanover, Germany."
"In Germany." He put down the word about which already such a host of new connotations had begun to cling.
Nan lifted her eyes from the register to the man's face. He was taking this business too seriously, with his "Germany, you mean," as if Greta had tried to pretend that Hanover was somewhere else.
"I'm not English, either," said Miss Ellis in an explanatory tone.
"No?" The Inspector fixed her with his serious, blue eyes. "What are you?"
"American."