"Oh," he said, and lost interest.
"Now, Miss—a—Sworsenburger, what is the date of your birth?"
If Miss Greta hesitated a second, it seemed to be from a natural disgust at hearing her name murdered.
"Born 1886—and the name is von Schwarzenberg." She must have been aware of the touch of hauteur in the tone of her correction, for instantly she changed it. "You, too,"—she smiled at the burly inspector—"you have a German name."
"Me?"
"Adler is one of the most com—usual names in Germany."
"My name's not Ahdler. It's Adler."
"That's only a corruption," she said, less cautiously than was her wont.
"No corruption about it," he spoke roughly.
"She only means—" Napier began.