He was sittig at a large ornate desk, but looked up as she came in and then got slowly to his feet.“Good morning. You wish to see me, I believe?” “Yes, my name is Petra Thornton, and I...” “Ah, yes, the young lady, who phoned yesterday. About a friend of yours, isn't it?” “Yes, it is about Sara.” “So?” “So where is she?” Carlo Berini frowned and then sat down again. “I believe, I told you at the time that I never heard of your friend. So why did you come here?”“Because I don't believe you.” He leanen forward. “You accuse me of lying?” “You should know whether you are lying or not. All I know is that Sara said she was going to Venice with you and a few days later she phoned to say that things didn't work out and she was coming back to Paris. But she never arrived. And that was a week ago. So I came here to find her, because this is the last place I know that she was staying.”