With a wave of his hand he was gone, and Professor Scheidstrun and his wife watched the big car drive away from the door.
“Gott in Himmel,” muttered the German. “But the man is a devil.”
“His money is far from the devil,” replied his wife prosaically. “If he doubles it, we shall have five hundred pounds. And five hundred pounds will be very useful just now.”
But her husband was not to be comforted.
“I am frightened, Minna,” he said tremulously. “We know not what we are mixed up in. He has told us nothing as to why he is doing all this.”
“He has told us all that he wishes us to know,” answered his wife. “That is his way.”
“Why is he dressed up like that?” continued the Professor. “And how did Goodman really die?” He stared fearfully at his wife. “Blown up? Yes. But—by whom?”
“Be sile
