'Asking too many questions, I'd say.'

'Why was he interested in the Faction?'

She swung her head a little, perhaps trying to clear her mind; or it was just a mannerism; some women do it to show off their long hair, without thinking.

'Are you feeling better now?'

The voice came from the hedge, from the small round face in the gap in the hedge.

'Yes,' Helen called. 'Yes thank you, darling.'

'Who's that man?

'He's just a friend.' She threw me a quick little smile, the first one I'd seen. It changed her completely.

'What's his name?

Then there was another voice, from the garden next door. 'Billy! Come in at once!'

'There's a man there,' Billy called.

'Oh for goodness' sake, come in at once! I'm awfully sorry, Helen!'

'Don't worry. He just wanted to know I was all right.'

There was the sound of scuffling among dead leaves, and a final cry as the battle was lost. 'Can I have my engine back?'

'Billy, you little brat!' More scuffling. 'I'll give you a ring this evening, Helen!'

'All right.'

A door slammed over there. Helen looked around her, then down at her hands. 'I'm sorry. Where were we exactly?'

'We were talking about the Red Army Faction,' I said, 'but let's cut a few corners. There must be someone in Berlin who could give me some clues about your – about George. I mean someone among his friends. My department wants me to go over there and see what I can find out. We want to know who killed him.'