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No doubt it must have been. I thought so from the first.

What is this lady's name, Inspector?

She has registered herself as "Madame de Satow, with companion." We know nothing more.

[Reflecting.] Satow? Satow?

[Laughing mockingly.] Do you know any one of that name, Rubek? Eh?

[Shaking his head.] No, no one.—Satow? It sounds Russian—or at all events Slavonic. [To the ] What language does she speak?

When the two ladies talk to each other, it is in a language I cannot make out at all. But at other times she speaks Norwegian like a native.

[Exclaims with a start.] Norwegian? You are sure you are not mistaken?