Werner had moved what little he had brought with him to Berlin across the hall into Meinhard’s room. He sat on the freshly made bed soaking in his new surroundings. Except for the clothes hanging in the armoire and the tightly filled bookshelves on one wall, all personal remnants of Gisella’s brother had been removed to another, undisclosed, location in the house. He could see that the rugs and furniture that remained had been chosen with care while the bed he sat on was not only deeply comfo...