““Pray, take your seats. This is apt to be a long interview and there is no reason for you to be uncomfortable.” His smile, elusive and wry, touched his mouth and was gone. “Now, then, which of you is Pfahl?” The youngest of the three, a man of no more than twenty-two, got nervously to his feet. “I am, Mein Herr.” “Educated at Tübingen, I see. Honors in Romance Languages. Most impressive.” Ragoczy motioned him to be seated. “And Mauser?” The woman nodded her head. She was older than the two men,... approaching forty, with stern, intelligent features. “You have my references, I think.” “I do indeed. You’ve been a most busy woman.” He strode across the room toward the windows. “And that means that you”—he gestured toward the third person, an awkward man of about thirty—“are Bündnis.” “Yes,” was the nervous acknowledgment. “May I ask if we’ll be allowed to speak with your daughter?” Fräulein Mauser asked in her clear, precise way. “Surely we’re entitled to that courtesy.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
User Reviews: