The answer is only known by the wind _ Simmer

'Good. Next, let's get to work. He put his secretary in touch with one German bank after another. This is going very fast. It was past ten and the people he had asked to talk to were all in the office. Gustav's way of speaking, like a cross between a priest and a judge, has always been effective. He asked all the bankers he requested to answer the phone. No one refused to receive me after Gustav had explained our intentions. All these bankers are polite. They said I could go anytime. Gustav had devised a suitable travel plan before I arrived. Start in the north of Germany, Hamburg first, then go south. And then abroad. I thought I would not see Angella for a long time, angry and sad. Fortunately, there are almost always several of these bankers living in one city — three in Hamburg alone, for example. After the gentlemen in Hamburg said they would be able to receive me today, Gustav decided that I would start there right away. I think it fits, too. I don't want to wait idly for an hour. So I flew to Hamburg and arrived there around 14:00. At the office to see Gustav? Before Brandenburg I went to my bank and entrusted Classe, the happy retiring clerk with the fairy-tale eye, to transfer 1,large palm trees for sale,500 marks a month to my wife's account. I don't know the account number. Let him call my wife. I also wrote a letter from my office at Universal Insurance to the long-line station, asking for my phone to be shut down. I immediately stopped subscribing to the newspaper, cancelled the TV, and took care of other things that Fontana suggested I do. A bunch of other things-and an automatic monthly transfer of 1,500 marks! The rent has already been remitted by my bank,silk ficus tree, as has the sickness and life insurance. What I did was purely small, but in the big things, in the money things, I didn't do what Tana asked. I'm afraid he will fly into a rage when he finds out. On the plane to Hamburg, I also had the most serious thought-I did wrong, that's for sure. But each person can only do what he can, not give Karin money and leave her alone, which I can't do. Hamburgers are cool and cloudy. I visited the head of the first bank-I won't name it here for understandable reasons. His bank was on the banks of the Astner River, and he received me in a mahogany-paneled office, artificial plant wall panels ,silk olive tree, polite and calm. The next office I saw was lavishly decorated, and the men sitting in it were polite and calm. Although they use different words, they all say the same thing in essence. The conversation is brief. As long as I give the first conversation here, I will give the whole conversation. The question-and-answer style of this first conversation is generally like this. I'm investigating the cause of Mr. Herman's death. I know that on the 24th and 25th of April, you two had a meeting with other gentlemen at the Palace of Frankfurt. I also know that Mr. Herman was restless after the meeting, desperate, furious or both for no reason, until he flew to Cannes. "Can you think of the reason for this sudden change of mood?" "No, Mr. Lucas." "Was there anything that happened at the meeting in Frankfurt that could have made Mr. Herman so restless?"? Is there a disagreement? Have you ever quarreled? "We are not accustomed to quarrels in our circle, Mr. Lucas." "Could Mr. Herman be in trouble?" Not at all. If so, we'll know. We always get the word out quickly. "Is it possible, do you think, that Mr. Herman engaged in financial transactions incompatible with his irreproachable reputation?" "I don't think that's possible." "How do you explain his mood after your meeting?" "I have no explanation for that." Was it a special meeting? I mean-a meeting that was held for some reason? No, absolutely not. We meet two or three times a year. Mainly to keep in touch, exchange information and discuss the current political and economic situation. You know, Mr. Lucas, we're like a big family. ” "In a big family, we all stick together and don't reveal our dirty laundry to outsiders, do we?" The question is a little-I beg your pardon, Mr Lucas-a little rude. If I knew why — as you claim — I'll give you the word — Mr. Herman was so upset after our meeting, I'd tell you. "Will you?" "Of course.". You don't believe me? "Don't believe it.". How did Mr. Herman die? Was it an accident, a murder or a suicide? "Accident or murder.". I don't think it was a suicide. But there is no reason-unless Mr. Herman is terminally ill, which is a far-fetched idea. But even then, he would never have killed himself in the way that killed so many others. "Do you know or have any other theories that can continue to help me?" I studied my conscience before you came, Mr. Lucas. I'm sorry, but the answer is no. What I have just written down is the first conversation-only slightly cut and embellished. Everything else is exactly the same. I can solve a bank in a city in the country in one day and fly back to Dusseldorf on a late flight. I'm exhausted. I've lost my appetite. My feet hurt. I spoke to Brandenburg on the phone from the Intercontinental Hotel and told him the outcome of the day: it was negative from start to finish. What's the matter? He said, and I felt very tired. We're far from finished. But we have to deal with it. Who knows? Maybe one of these guys will finally open his mouth. Now you sleep well, and tomorrow morning you will fly away again. Have you heard anything about Karin? "No words, no letters, no phone calls." That's great. You'll make her give in. Hold your head high,artificial banyan trees, young man. I tell you, we will find the truth! Now go to bed. Good night "Good night, Gustav." I say. hacartificialtree.com