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As calmly as he had spoken thus far Muller continued. "For twenty years I have been studying the hearts of criminals like yourself. But there are things I do not understand about this case and it interests me very much." Langen had wiped the drops from his forehead and he now turned on Muller a face that seemed made of bronze. There was but one expression on it, that of cold scorn.
The janitor knocked on one of the doors, which was opened in a few moments by an old woman. "Is it the telegram?" she asked sleepily. "Yes," said the janitor. "No," said Muller, "but I want to speak to Mr. Fellner." The two old people stared at him in surprise. "To speak to him?" said the woman, and shook her head as if in doubt. "Is it about Miss Langen?" "Yes, please wake him."
During my last visit to Switzerland in 1857, I made excursions, in company with several distinguished geologists, for the sake of testing the relative merits of the two rival theories above referred to, and I examined parts of the Jura above Neufchatel in company with M. Desor, the country round Soleure with M. Langen, the southern side of the great strath near Lausanne with M. Morlot, the basin of the Aar around Berne with M. Escher von der Linth; and having satisfied myself that all the facts which I saw north of the Alps were in accordance with M. Guyot's views, I crossed to the Italian side of the great chain and became convinced that the same theory was equally applicable to the ancient moraines of the plains of the Po.
The earliest of these letters that survive are a series written by Langen from Adwert in the spring of 1469 to Vrye at Soest. Despite the grave interest in serious study that the letters show, there are human touches about them. One begins: 'You promised faithfully to return, and yet you have not come.
I heard her murmur: "You look like a little boy with your hair blowing about in the wind." Herr Langen, slightly less bitter watched the last graves disappear. And I heard her murmur: "Why are you so sad? I too am very sad sometimes but you look young enough for me to dare to say this I too know of much joy!" "What do you know?" said he. I leaned over and touched the Advanced Lady's hand.
"Thinkest thou the child he spoke of can be in the Forest?" "And the words he said about fearing no evil, what did they mean?" said another. I heard the other day that a new one had come whom they called Herr Langen." Then as a momentary pause came, Wilhelm Hörstel stepped forward and told the tale of the child he had found in the Forest the night before, who called herself Frida.
Knowing this, Muller looked with admiration at the calmness of the villain, whose intelligent eyes were turned towards him in evident curiosity. "Who are you and who else is here with you?" asked the man calmly. "I am Muller of the Secret Service," replied his visitor and added, "You must put up with us for the time being, Mr. Egon Langen.
Pastor Langen at once recognized the features of the dead man as those of the stranger whom he had seen with the lovely child in the little church. He then made arrangements for the funeral the next day, and departed. On the morrow a number of wood-cutters met at the house of Johann Schmidt to attend the funeral of the stranger gentleman.
But I cannot blame you; for the road is deep in mud, and I myself too am so feeble a walker that I can imagine the weariness of others' feet. Another ends in haste, not with the departure of the post, but 'The servants are waiting to conduct me to bed'. Here is a longer sample: I. LANGEN TO VRYE: from Adwert, 27 Feb. <1469>.
Madame von Langen never went out before breakfast, so that Gwendolen could safely end her early walk by taking her way homeward through the Obere Strasse in which was the needed shop, sure to be open after seven.
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