“Yes, Herr Domber,” the man said and bowed.
“Run along with Herman,” Domber said. “I’ll be having a brandy in the library.” He turned away at once.
Stan followed Herman up a wide stairway and into a large room. It was furnished in a luxurious manner. Herman bowed at the door.
“You will wish me to draw hot water for a bath?” he asked.
“Thank you, Herman, I will take a hot bath. See that there’s plenty of soap.” Stan grinned.
Herman drew water in the bathroom and laid out snowy towels. Coming out of the bathroom, he said:
“I will lay out clothing for you.”
Stan lost no time in getting into the tub. He splashed and built up a mountain of suds, then wallowed in them. As he lay there he suddenly began to laugh. This was the oddest experience he had ever had. Yet there was something sinister about it. Domber had a fishy coldness about him that was chilling. Stan decided it was the way he looked out of his little eyes. There seemed to be a smoldering hate back of the light in those eyes.
Herman had laid out clothing, a business suit which was very close to Stan’s size, fresh linen, a shirt, a tie and a pair of dress shoes. Herman was nowhere in sight.
Stan dressed slowly. The shoes fit well and so did the shirt. Herman was an expert man’s man. He had sized Stan up correctly. As he knotted the tie, Stan walked to a wide window overlooking a garden. There were no bars on the window and the garden was deserted. No guards paced back and forth. Stan began to wonder if he was not supposed to escape again.