"You are not the Signor Grandi!" he cried, in alarm.
"It is the same thing," replied Nino.

"Let us go." "But how is this ?" objected Temistocle, seeing a new development.

"It was the Signor Grandi whom I was to conduct." Nino was silent, but there was a crisp sound in the air as he took a banknote from his pocket-book.

"Diavolo!" muttered the servant, "perhaps it may be right, after all." Nino gave him the note.
"That is my passport," said he.
"I have doubts," answered Temistocle, taking it, nevertheless, and examining it by the moonlight.

"It has no _visa_," he added, with a cunning leer.