"I beg your pardon?"
"It is nothing—just the title of an old classic."
At the next corner, Willy stopped. "I leave you here."
He stepped closer to Walther and lowered his voice, even though there was nothing around them but darkness and drifting snow.
"Would you care to sample a bit of Bohemia, my boy?"
"Well—I guess so," Walther answered doubtfully.
"Tomorrow evening then, at eight. 1400 Avenue B, apartment 21. Can you remember that?"
"1400 Avenue B, apartment 21."
"I must emphasize the need for discretion on your part. There will be important people present."
"Why do you trust me?" Walther challenged.