Chassaigne jumped in his chair, but before he could utter a word, a new voice spoke sharply.
“Ottilie!”
The two officers turned to the doorway to see Doctor Breidenbach standing there, his face clouded with menace, his eyes angry.
The young woman started, looked wildly about her in the bewilderment of one suddenly aroused from sleep. Then after one horrified glance at her attire, an amazed stare at the two officers, she sank down on to a chair and covered her face with her hands. Trembling violently in every nerve of her body, she crouched there in a misery of shame, too overwhelmed to utter a sound.
The German advanced into the room, stood over her.
“Ottilie! Come away at once!”
Vincent, now on his feet, flushed with rage at the brutal tone of the command, comprehensible enough to him despite his ignorance of the language.
Chassaigne went quietly behind the German, locked the door, and slipped the key in his pocket.
Breidenbach, his eyes fixed on the girl, reiterated his command.