The train had stopped here en route from where we started in Berlin-leaving hurriedly-and where we were headed in Munich. I followed him as he moved toward the steps down to the platform of the Heidelberg rail station. I put out a restraining hand as the Baron von Richthoven brushed past me and out into the corridor of the first-class carriage of the train. 'What do you see, Varick? Where are you going?'
