She went nearer, and took a closer view.

Then she remembered.

Surely it was Mr.
Y., a gentleman at whose flat she and Percy had dined the day they first arrived in Berlin.
But what was he doing here?
She put the candle on the table, and taking her head between her hands sat down to think.

The explanation of the thing came to her with a rush.

It was with this Mr.Y.that Percy had gone to the Kneipe.