Greta, after regaining her composure, knew it was stupid to deny she knew Kramer. She could tell from the glare in Najia's eyes she was under intense scrutiny.

"You must forgive me, I knew a man with the last name of Kramer from my youth. He was the man who suggested I go to Egypt in the first place when I told him of the recent fortune I had acquired. For what reason would he need to kidnap someone, he's no pauper." Greta asked. Najia looked somewhat more sympathetic, but the scrutiny remained in her eyes.

"You are a friend of this Kramer?" She asked. Greta was eager to divulge, she would have to appear to help those in search for Mrs. Reylari MacRoth.

"Oh yes, he was a dear friend of the family for many years. We practically grew up together." Greta said, looking into the ceiling nostalgically. She could hear Najia sigh.