Walther felt the tension inside him beginning to relax. He nodded, and she took his arm.
"Willy told us—we've been expecting you."
She led him from the small foyer into a large, tastefully furnished living room. Walther glanced around uncertainly, but his first impression proved correct. There was no one else here.
The woman urged him forward with a light touch of her fingertips.
"We must be so careful," she murmured.
She guided him through the living room, past the kitchen and one bedroom, and then opened the door of what appeared to be the entrance to a second bedroom.
This room was unexpectedly large, and contained many people. They were talking with great animation, but hushed abruptly as he entered.
"The young man from Andromeda," his hostess announced.
The dry voice of Willy Fritsh came through the haze of cigarette smoke.
"Over here, boy! Come and sit down!"