"Weidenbruck."
"His name?"
"Dr. Matti."
Bernhardt whistled.
"His business?" he demanded.
"Private and confidential."
"Hum! Conduct him here, please."
A moment later the doctor stood before them. He was arrayed in a woollen jersey, with a Jäeger scarf around his neck. Grey-green knickerbockers and yellow putties veiled his nether limbs. He was wearing smoked glasses, and his feet were shod with skis. His head was bare, and his hair wet and tangled, as though it had had intimate acquaintance with the snow.
"What are you doing here?" demanded the ex-priest.
"I come as a messenger and a fugitive," replied the doctor.