konditorei

Updated: May 24, 2025

She lunched at a Konditorei, more to rest her tired body than because she needed food. The afternoon was as the morning. At six o'clock, long after the midwinter darkness had fallen, she stumbled back to the Wollbadgasse and up the whitewashed staircase. She had a shock at the second landing. A man had stepped into the angle to let her pass.

Mary Roberts Rinehart - The Street of Seven Stars