I'd rather you had gone to any other detective in Paris--or to none." "Why, what's wrong with him ?" Ivor began to be distressed.
"Only that he's a personal friend of my worst enemy--the man I spoke of to you this evening--Count Godensky.

I've heard so from Godensky himself, who mentioned the acquaintance once when Girard had just succeeded in a case everybody was talking about." "By Jove, what a beastly coincidence!" exclaimed Ivor, horribly disappointed at having done exactly the wrong thing, when he had tried so hard to do the right one.

"Yet how could I have dreamed of it ?" "You couldn't," I admitted, hopelessly.

"Nothing is your fault.

All that's happened would have happened just the same, no matter what messenger the Foreign Secretary had sent to me.