Lanyard nodded slightly, adding a feeble "Please."
The Bavarian glanced significantly at his subaltern, who hastened to leave them.
"Who are you? What is your name?"
"Dr. Paul Rodiek."
"Your employment?"
"Personal Intelligence Bureau—confidential agent."
"What were you doing on board the Assyrian?"
Lanyard mustered enough strength to look the man squarely in the eye.
"Pardon," he said coldly. "You must know your question is indiscreet."
"I must know more about you."