“She says,” interpreted Dr. Jennings, “that they were a bad lot—that the younger one made eyes at the Herr Schwarz!”
Mrs. Boyer drew her ancient sables about her and put a tremulous hand on the other woman's arm.
“What an escape for you!” she said. “If you had gone there to live and then found the establishment—queer!”
From the kitchen of the pension, Olga was listening, an ear to the door. Behind her, also listening, but less advantageously, was Katrina.
“American ladies!” said Olga. “Two, old and fat.”
“More hot water!” growled Katrina. “Why do not the Americans stay in their own country, where the water, I have learned, comes hot from the earth.”
Olga, bending forward, opened the door a crack wider.
“Sh! They do not come for rooms. They inquire for the Herr Doktor Byrne and the others!”
“No!”
“Of a certainty.”