Fellner's hand grasped that of his visitor. The eyes of the two men
gazed steadily at each other. The old man's glance was full of
sudden helpless horror, the detective's eyes shone brilliantly.
Muller spoke calmly: "This is one clue. Is there no one else who
could have an interest in the young lady's death?"

"No one but Egon Langen, if he bear this name by right, and if he
is still alive."

"How old would he be now?"

"He must be nearly forty. It was many years before Langen married
again."

"Do you know him personally?"

"Have you a picture of Miss Langen?"

Fellner rang a bell and Berner appeared. "Give this gentleman Miss
Asta's picture. Take the one in the silver frame on my desk"; the
old gentleman's voice was friendly but faint with fatigue. His old
servant looked at him in deep anxiety. Fellner smiled weakly and
nodded to the man. "Sad news, Berner! Sad news and bad news. Our
poor Asta is being held a prisoner by some unknown villain who
threatens her with death."

"My God, is it possible? Can't we help the poor young lady?"

"We will try to help her, or if it is - too late, we will at least