A second nod.
“Are you in a condition to answer two or three questions?”
Another nod.
“How did you get the white silk clothes?”
For a long time he received no answer apart from the gentle falling of the tear drops. Then came the voice, softer than a whisper.
“... He changed with me....”
“Who did?”
“Freder ... Joh Fredersen’s son....”
“And then, Georgi?”
“He told me I was to wait for him....”