A DANGEROUS IMPERSONATION Louis appeared, as ever, punctual to the moment.

He carried a menu card in his hand.

He had the air of having come to take my orders for some projected feast.

I closed the door of the outer hall and the door of my sitting-room.
"Now, Louis," I said, "we are not only alone, but we are secure from interruption.

Tell me exactly what it is that you have in your mind." Louis declined the chair to which I waved him.