“That was quick,” Robert joked, firmly convinced that Michael had gone a little too far the previous evening and was now about to tell him the matter was more difficult than he had assumed. Dollinger did not give him time to follow this train of thought for long. “Are you sitting down?” he asked. It took Robert two seconds. “Have you found her?” “I certainly have,” came from the other end of the line, “and now it becomes clear why that journalist thought the story was worth money.” Robert waited tensely. “Are you still there?” asked Michael Dollinger. “Yes! Get on with it! Tell me.” “Does the name Mende mean anything to you?” Robert Lubisch thought about it. “No. Is that her name now?” Michael laughed. “The name would mean something to your wife.
