The right address.

Gaillard (thinking): Okay, there’s Köhler in a corner — and he didn’t recognize me. No sign of whoever he’s really meeting.

— Aha! Timothy. The Master of the Cat. We don’t sound that much alike! Do we? Maybe I need to work on my phone voice.

Anyway. That guy will definitely recognize me if I turn around. Okay, Henriette, hold still and look uninteresting.

Timothy: Hello, sir! It’s good to finally meet you.

Köhler: I’m afraid I cannot say the same.

I was promised my Being and some authentic German beer, and so far I have seen neither.