The man looked confused.'You don't speak German？'

'No，' Hiro said.

The man narrowed his eyes.'But you work here？'

Hiro felt weak at the knees.He'd forgotten the white jacket and the sheets he was carrying； now he couldn't think how to explain them.'No， I'm a student，' he said quietly.'But I must see the man in this room， Mr Schmidt.I have some important information for him.'

Immediately the man's body became tight.'I think you'd better tell me first.I'm a colleague of Mr Schmidt.'

Hiro didn't know what to say.

'Well， I'm waiting，' the man went on.

Hiro wasn't sure if he could trust the man.But there was no time to decide.Hiro had to give an explanation.'I came to see Mr Schmidt because ...' he began， then stopped.'Well， his life might be in danger.'

Now the man's eyes became very sharp.'We'd better talk about this in my room，' he said after a moment.His voice made it clear that Hiro shouldn't argue.

The man stood back and let Hiro go past into the room.As soon as they were both inside， the man shut the door quickly and looked through the eyehole to the corridor outside.

'Please sit down，' the man said， turning back to Hiro.

Hiro dropped the sheets behind the door and chose the nearest chair.

The man continued immediately.'OK， you say you're a student'？' He didn't sit down or wait for an answer.'So，what information do you have for Mr Schmidt？'

'I was on the train to Berlin，' Hiro began， his voice shaking.'By accident I looked at another man's phone and read a message — two messages， in fact.They talked about an assignment here in this hotel in Room 319 this evening