Anna smiled. "Most of it my luggage is," she said. "These yours are----" she pointed to four peculiar-shaped packages, which might have been old-fashioned bandboxes. They were done up in grey paper, the kind grocers use, and stoutly corded. Through each cord was fixed a small strong, iron handle. "They very heavy are," observed Anna thoughtfully. And the man muttered something--it sounded like an oath. "I think you had better leave the moving of them to me," he said. "Stand aside, will you?" He took up two of them; then once more uttered an exclamation, and let them gently down again. "I shall have to take one at a time," he said. "I'm not an over-strong man, Mrs. Bauer, and as you seem to have managed to move them, no doubt you can help me with this one." Anna, perhaps because her nerves were somewhat on edge to-day, resented the stranger's manner. It was so short, so rude, and he had such a funny accent. Yet she felt sure, in spite of the excellent German she had overheard him speak to Mr. Head, that he was not a fellow-countryman of hers. Then, suddenly, looking at his queerly trimmed beard, she told herself that he might be an American. Alfred Head had lived for a long time in America, and this probably was one of his American friends. After they had taken out two of the parcels and placed them at the back of the motor, Anna suddenly bethought herself of what Alfred Head had said to her. "Give me, please," she said, "the money which to me since January 1st owing has been. Fifty shillings--two pound ten it is." "I know nothing of that," said the man curtly. "I have had no instructions to pay you any money, Mrs. Bauer." Anna felt a rush of anger come over her. She was not afraid of this weasel-faced little man. "Then the other two parcels take away you will not," she exclaimed. "To that money a right I have!" They were facing each other in the low-ceilinged, dim, badly-lit bedroom. The stranger grew very red. "Look here!" he said conciliatingly; he was really in a great hurry to get away. "I promise to send you this money to-night, Mrs. Bauer. You can trust me. I have not got it on me, truly. You may search me if you like." He smiled a little nervously, and advancing towards her opened his big motor coat. Anna shrank back. "You truly send it will?" she asked doubtfully. "I will send it to Hegner for you. Nay, more---- I will give you a piece of paper, and then Hegner will pay you at once." He tore a page out of his pocket-book, and scribbled on it a few words. She took the bit of paper, folded it, and put it in her purse. As they were conveying the third oddly-shaped parcel through the kitchen, she said conciliatingly, "Curious it is to have charge of luggage so long and not exactly what it is to know!" He made no answer to this remark. But suddenly, in a startled, suppressed whisper, he exclaimed, "_Who's that?_" Anna looked round. "Eh?" she said.