I am somewhat of an authority upon ciphers." "I gather," Mr.Dunster went on, although his cigar was burning itself out, "that you have broken the seal of my dispatches ?" Mr.Fentolin closed his eyes as though he had heard a discord.
"Nothing so clumsy as that, I hope," he murmured gently.

"I will not insult a person of your experience and intelligence by enumerating the various ways in which the seal of a dispatch may be liquefied.

It is quite true that I have read with much pleasure the letter which you are carrying from a certain group of very distinguished men to a certain person now in The Hague.

The letter, however, is replaced in its envelope; the seal is still there.

You need have no fears whatever concerning it.