“That’s strange. How long has she been here?” he inquired with a rather puzzled look.
“Only a few days. I did not know that she was here till yesterday,” I replied with affected carelessness.
“Ah, I thought she could not have been here long.”
“Why?”
“Because only a week ago she travelled in the same compartment as myself between Berlin and Cologne.”
“And did you claim acquaintance with her?” I inquired quickly.
“No. She had a companion with her—a pimply-faced, ugly Johnnie, whom I took to be a German. They spoke in German all the time.”
Could it be, I wondered, that Yolande and her companion had travelled with Anderson with some evil intent?
“Didn’t you speak to them?”
“The man tried to open a conversation with me, but I pretended to be Italian, without any knowledge of German or English, so he didn’t get very far. To affect Italian is generally a sure game, for so few people speak it in comparison with those who know other Continental languages.”