“Gone?”
“Gone!”
“All gone?”
“All gone!”
“Your potatoes—gone?”
“My potatoes—all completely gone!”
“I tell you those thieves and murderers did it. Who else could have done it? Thieves and murderers in my house! And I wanted to ask you—for I’m afraid in my room——”
Walter’s eyes fairly shone.
“I wanted to ask, if perhaps—your son Stoffel——”