"But there is some mistake." "No mistake, I assure you," the young man insisted.
Monsieur Guillot drew back a little into the room.
"But what have I to do with the Ambassador, or with diplomatic matters of any sort ?" he protested.

"I am here on business, to see what can be saved from the wreck of my affairs.

Monsieur the Ambassador is mistaking me for another." The Baron shook his head.
"There is no mistake, my dear sir," he insisted.

"We all recognise," he added, with a bow, "the necessities which force the most famous of us to live sometimes in the shadow of anonymity.

If the Chief could find little to say to Monsieur Guillot of Lille, he will, I am sure, be very interested in a short conversation with Monsieur Henri Pailleton." There was a brief, tense silence.