It requested that he present himself at eight o'clock at the office of the hotel and ask to be directed to the room of Hans Grumbach.
"Now, who is Hans Grumbach?
I never knew or heard of a man of that name." Nevertheless, he decided to go.

Certainly this man Grumbach did not urge him without some definite purpose.

He laid down his pipe, reached for his hat and coat--for in the lodge he generally went about in his shirt-sleeves--and went over to the hotel.

The concierge, who knew Hermann, conducted him to room ten on the entresole.

Hermann knocked.