'Shush now.'
The footsteps started again and pounded past. A door opened and closed, followed by the deep murmur of voices in that same harsh language. Watters guessed that it was Russian.
'They're next door,' Silver said.
'We'll be quiet,' Karin said brightly.
Watters waved her to silence. 'If we can hear them, they will hear us,' he whispered. 'I wish I knew what they were saying.'
'Oh,' Karin did not lower her voice. 'They are talking about somebody or something called Mannie. Something like that, but I do not know the name.'
'You speak Russian?' Watters forced himself to whisper.
'Of course. I already told you that I speak languages. French and German and English …' Karin looked surprised as if she expected everybody to have mastered more than one language.
'All right … shh!' W
