"Hah!" he cried, "made in Germany!" The stranger shook his head.
"I don't understand," he said.

"Where WOULD a Weiss glass be made ?" With polite insistence he repeated, "Would you mind telling me why I am arrested, and who you might happen to be ?" Jimmie did not answer.

Again he stooped and picked up the map, and as he did so, for the first time the face of the stranger showed that he was annoyed.

Jimmie was not at home with maps.

They told him nothing.