Finally he saw the whole scheme complete, the bomb-shell thrown, France hysterically casting laurels upon the man who had brought her unexpected peace.
The door-bell rang.

He answered it a little impatiently.

A slim, fashionably dressed young Frenchman stood there, whose face was vaguely familiar to him.
"Monsieur Guillot ?" the newcomer inquired politely.
Guillot bowed.

The young man handed him a card.
"I am the Baron D'Evignon," he announced, "second secretary at the Embassy here." Monsieur Guillot held the card and looked at his visitor.

He was very puzzled.