earnestly. She studied it so long that Kestner sat in turn studying her. Yet what her thoughts were he was unable to decipher. He merely saw that a new and quite unlooked-for air of solemnity had descended about her.
"So that's the guy I gotta help round up!" she said, as Wilsnach stepped into the room. But she said it more to herself, apparently, than to either of the two men confronting her. And she continued to stare abstractedly out over the serrated line of the housetops as the newcomer seated himself at her side.
Kestner, in the meantime, handed the photograph to Wilsnach.
"This mild-looking gentleman," began the man at the table, "is the cause of this little conference of ours. We're here to discuss him. And having discussed him, we're commanded to gather him in some time before to-morrow night!"
Wilsnach looked up from his second scrutiny of the picture.
"Anything to do with the Keudell case?" he inquired.
"That is a point which we still have to determine. His name seems to be Strasser, David Strasser.
