Joh Fredersen hesitated a moment with the answer.
“The meaning—yes; but not the plan. He told me he has often seen this paper in the workmen’s hands, and that they anxiously keep it a secret, and that the men will crowd closely around him who holds it.”
“So the meaning of the plan has been kept secret from your foreman.”
“So it seems, for he could not explain it to me.”
“H’m.”
Rotwang turned to the being which was standing near him, with the appearance of listening intently.
“What do you say about it, my beautiful Parody?”
The being stood motionless.
“Well—?” said Joh Fredersen, with a sharp expression of impatience.
Rotwang looked at him, jerkily turning his great skull towards him. The glorious eyes crept behind their lids as though wishing to have nothing in common with the strong white teeth and the jaws of the beast of prey. But from beneath the almost closed lids they gazed at Joh Fredersen, as though they sought in his face the door to the great brain.