“Who knows? No one precisely. But we all guess. A love affair is the most natural solution.”
“With whom?”
She laughed. “My dear Herr Tyrrell, you know as much as I do.”
“Of course, Baroness, if you choose to play the Sphinx——”
“It is safest.”
“Can you not trust me?”
She smiled, this time a little bitterly. “I have long ago ceased to trust anybody. But, really, and truly, I know no more than you.”
I bowed. “You shall not tell me a word more than you wish, only——-”
“You are as curious as a woman.”
“Curious? No. My feeling was more serious than that. Let me tell you our friend Von Lindheim is concerned at the deaths that have occurred among the staff of the Chancellerie.”