"Didn't she bring it?"
"Bring it, ma'am?"
"I gave it to her last night to change. She was to bring it round this morning. Didn't she?"
Fritzing stared aghast. Then he disappeared into the kitchen. In a moment he was back again. "She has not been here," he said, in a voice packed once more with torment.
"Perhaps she has forgotten."
"Ma'am, how came you—"
"Now you're going to scold me."
"No, no—but how is it possible that you should have trusted—"
"Fritzi, you are going to scold me, and I'm so tired. What else has been taken? You said all your money—"
He snatched up his hat. "Nothing else, ma'am, nothing else. I will go and seek the girl." And he clapped it down over his eyes as he always did in moments of great mental stress.