"So," he said, "I ask pardon. It has been arranged. The room is ready, Fräulein. A night-gown upon the bed. Your clothing shall be dried while you sleep. If Herr Rowland will permit----"
He stood beside the door bowing and following the direction of his gesture, Tanya went out into the hallway to the room adjoining, where Frau Nisko was awaiting her. In a moment his host returned and hunted about in the drawers of the old dressing stand.
"You, too, Herr Rowland--some dry clothes----"
"I'm dry already. It doesn't matter. To a soldier a little dampness----"
"A soldier----?"
"Of the French Legion----"
"Here!"
And briefly Rowland told him of the strange events that had brought him into Germany.
"The Society of Nemi. I have heard--And you----?"
"Its leader--but in Germany--merely an American, a spy--rifle-fodder. You understand. I've told you all--because I trust you, Herr----"