"A spy?"
"Unless my instinct and my judgment are equally at fault. But here he comes; don't be surprised if I break off into irrelevancies; answer in kind."
The waiter placed the glass on the table, and withdrew, to attend to a man at the next table.
"As I was saying," Granger went on, "Hellwig is here, in what shape I don't know, but I hope to catch him yet. Your friend Finkelstein, by the way, has been arrested in Cologne and thrown into prison."
"Good heavens! Not through me, I hope," said Kenneth.
"On a charge of espionage, at any rate. I have no doubt he owes that to ... Yes, it was a very dark night, and he didn't recognise me until I was as near to him as I am to you. Then ... he owes it to Hellwig."
"But what can his motive be? He's his cousin."
"The nearer the bone ... Finkelstein has a daughter, I believe?"
"Yes."
"Well, what more natural than that Hellwig should be appointed trustee to his cousin's daughter and manager of the business?"