He felt that some one was standing in the open doorway.
He turned.
His eyes took in the well known figure. The sweet face with its red cheeks and its framing white hair. The short body. The blue eyes that were fixed on him.
"Mutter Schwegel!" He shouted.
Kurz leaped to his feet.
"What!"
He started for the door.
"Mutter Schwegel, who would have thought of your coming here. It has been a long time. I say!—But I am glad."
"Stop—!" Kurz's voice thundered behind him.
He wheeled to look at Kurz.