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This indeed is what Muller calls a "case with a happy ending," for scarcely a year later, to his own great embarrassment, he found himself the most honoured guest, and a centre of attraction equally with the bridal couple, at the marriage of Kurt von Mayringen and Asta Langen.
He is prepared, like Leisewitz's Julius, to defy his kin, renounce the lures of his rank and flee to the ends of the earth with 'Rikchen'. To which she replies: 'Langen, you are terrible. To marry with the curse of parents is to make one's whole posterity miserable'. So Louise replies to Ferdinand's similar entreaty: 'And be followed by your father's curse!
His clenched fist resting on his knee, the rascal stared out ahead of him when he ended his shameless confession. In his rage and disappointment he had not noticed that Muller's hand dropped gently to the desk and softly took a little bottle from under the handkerchief. Langen came out of his dark thoughts only when Muller's voice broke the silence.
"I feel greatly flattered, sir, to think that I can offer a problem to one of your experience," Langen began. His voice, which had been slightly veiled before, was now quite clear. "Ask me all you like. I will answer you."
"But you miscalculated, if you expected to inherit from your sister. She is still a minor and your father's will would have given you only ten thousand guldens. "But you forget that Asta will be twenty-four on the third of December." "Ah, then you would have kept her alive until then." "You understand quickly," said Langen with a mocking smile. "But she disappeared on the eighteenth of November.
Karl Langen was a true Christian, longing to lead souls to Jesus, and was much perplexed by the order he had received. Suddenly a knock at the door roused him, and the woman who took charge of his house on entering told him that a man from the Forest wished to speak to him. Telling her to send him in at once, he awaited his entry.
Come back to this bench in ten years' time and repeat those words to me," said Frau Kellermann, with an eye upon Fritz, who was engaged in counting Elsa's fingers with passionate fervour "and bring with you your young wife, Herr Langen, and watch, perhaps, your little child playing with " She turned towards Karl, who had rooted an old illustrated paper out of the receptacle and was spelling over an advertisement for the enlargement of Beautiful Breasts.
"Such a beautiful walk," said Fraulein Elsa, making a free gift of her most charming smile to the landlady. "I never walk," said the landlady; "when I go to Mindelbau my man drives me I've more important things to do with my legs than walk them through the dust!" "I like these people," confessed Herr Langen to me. "I like them very, very much.
"Oh, by the Visitor-list," said Deronda, with a scarcely perceptible shrug. "Vandernoodt told me her name was Harleth, and she was with the Baron and Baroness von Langen. I saw by the list that Miss Harleth was no longer there." This held no further information for Lush than that Gwendolen had been gambling.
The old man listened with an expression of such utter dazed terror that the detective dropped all suspicion of him at once. "What a terrible riddle," stammered the sick man as the other finished the story. "Would you answer me several questions?" asked Muller. The old gentleman answered quickly, "Any one, every one." "Miss Langen is rich?"
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