Fanny sensed the situation and saved it. She hadn't sold
goods all these years without learning the value of
advertising. She came forward now, graciously (but not too
graciously). Theodore looked relieved. Already he had
learned that one might lean on this sister who was so
capable, so bountifully alive.
"Teddy, you're much too tired to talk. Let me talk for
you."
"My sister, Miss Brandeis," said Teddy, and waved a rather
feeble hand in an inclusive gesture at the interrogatory
five.
Fanny smiled. "Do sit down," she said, "all of you. Tell
me, how did you happen to get on my brother's trail?"
One of the men explained. "We had a list of ship's
passengers, of course. And we knew that Mr. Brandeis was a
German violinist. And then the story of the ship being
chased by a French boat. We just missed him down at the
pier--"
"But he isn't a German violinist," interrupted Fanny.
"Please get that straight. He's American. He is THE
American violinist--or will be, as soon as his concert tour
here is well started.
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