Then it occurred to me to find out where we were going.

I had heard Stumm take my ticket for a place called Schwandorf, and after a lot of searching I found it.

It was away south in Bavaria, and so far as I could make out less than fifty miles from the Danube.

That cheered me enormously.

If Stumm lived there he would most likely start me off on my travels by the railway which I saw running to Vienna and then on to the East.