"Excellency! You are hurting my arm."
"Answer me."
A long silence, then a murmur of pain.
"You shall----"
It was with an effort that Rowland controlled his will to descend ... but he clutched at the tiles and did not move.
"Ach, so----" came the triumphant voice. "It was he----"
"But he has escaped--gone yesterday. I swear it!"
"So--and the black bag? It was here? Answer me!"
"Yes, it was here."
"And Fräulein Korasov----?"