"Do you know who this fellow was?" with a jerk of his head toward the window.
"He is Leopold Dietrich, a vintner, and we are soon to be married." There was a flaw in the usual sweetness of her voice.
"So? What made him run away like this?"
"He is new to Dreiberg. Perhaps he thought you were going to arrest every one. Oh, he has done nothing wrong; I am sure of that."
"There is one way to prove it."
"And what is that?"
"Ask him if he is not a spy from Jugendheit," roughly.
The steins clicked crisply in Gretchen's arms; one of them fell and broke at her feet.