Keramikos smiled. 'Yes,' he said. 'Very convenient, eh — for someone. But who?'
At that moment Carla interrupted us. 'You have secrets that you talk together so quietly — yes?'
'No secrets from you, Carla,' Engles replied. 'We were just wondering what your little Heinrich did with the bodies of the five German soldiers he buried up here.'
'What do you mean?'
'Don't pretend that you know nothing about it. Where did he put them — and the gold?'
'How should I know?' She was tense and her fingers were tearing at a button on her scarlet suit.
'Weren't you here when he had those two Germans working for him?' Engles asked.
'No. I was in Venice.'
'He did not trust you, eh?' Keramikos said with a sly smile.
She made no answer.