Beratinsky was angry and confused, but did not quite lose his self-command.
"I am waiting for some one," he said, curtly.
"Or to find out about some one? Well, I will save you some trouble. Lind wishes to know where his wife and daughter are, I imagine."
"Is that unnatural?"
"I suppose not. I heard he had been down to Hans Place, where Madame Lind was staying."
"You knew, then?" the other said, quickly.
"Oh yes, I knew. Now, if you will be frank with me, I may be of some assistance to you. Lind does not know where his wife and daughter are?"
"You know he does not."
"And you—perhaps you fancied that one or other might be sending a message to me—might call, perhaps—or even that I might have got them rooms for the time being?"