"l'm sorry," said Kestner, as he looked out over the midnight Bay, twinkling with its countless lights. "But it seems the only way out!"
"It's the only way," echoed the officer at his side.
"But even then there are certain things to be remembered," Kestner reminded him.
"I have not forgotten them."
"Then we can arrange those details in my room, if you'll be so good as to wait for me a moment or two."
Kestner, as the officer walked to the end of the loggia, turned to his colleague, wiping his forehead as he did so. "Wilsnach, the side-show's over, and they've sent word for you to catch the first train for New York. Are you ready to start?"
"Yes, I'm ready," the younger man replied. "But what are you going to do about this poor devil Diehms?"
Kestner stared out over the water.
"You'll find the answer to that waiting for you when you report at Sadie Wimpel's rooms. And then you'll understand why I've been saying that Service work can't always be clean work!"
