“WHERE do you live?” asked Freyberger when they were on the road.
“We shall pass the place, and I will show you,” replied the other.
They turned to the left towards the village and walked for a moment in silence.
The stranger, despite his age and apparent infirmity, walked with a brisk step. Freyberger did not lag behind.
Then this conversation began between them, Freyberger speaking first:
“So you have had a murder here?”
“Is that so?”
“It is so, and I have come down here to arrest the murderer.”
“You are——”
“I am Gustave Freyberger.”