Part 17 (1/2)
”Nothing, Colonel. The arrival of the King of Greece has been perfectly carried out.”
”The crowd?”
”Oh, indifferent on the whole; come to have a look at him out of curiosity.”
”Ah, no King of Spain affair?”
”No, no! Out of that I got this scar on my forehead.”
”Well,” cried the colonel, ”it's an ill wind that blows n.o.body any good! You will get the cross all the quicker!”
Lieutenant de Loubersac smiled.
Hofferman continued:
”My dear fellow, ... you know ... the vanished doc.u.ment!... It's extremely important--it will have to be found!”
”Good, Colonel!”
”Have you just now a particularly sharp agent?... Shrewd?”
”Yes, Colonel,” said de Loubersac, after a moment's reflection.
”Who is he?”
”The man engaged on the V---- affair.”
”When shall you see him?”
”This afternoon, Colonel. We have an appointment for three-thirty.”
”The worst of it is this affair is making no end of talk--scandal--it's the very devil and all! Some fools of papers who deal in scandal are scaring the public with rumours of war: they speak of the eventual rupture of diplomatic relations. The financial market is unsteady--the Jews are selling as hard as they can, and that is disquieting, for those fellows have a quicker scent than any one....
Lieutenant, it is urgent: set your agent to work at once! He must act with discretion, of course, but he must act as quickly as possible--it is urgent!”
”And what are the conditions, Colonel?”
After a moment's reflection, Hofferman replied:
”You must make and get the best conditions you can.”
It was noon, and twelve was striking. The vast ministerial premises, where silence had reigned till then, were filled with murmurs and the sharp sound of voices: there were hurrying footsteps on the stairs, doors banged: the offices were emptying for a couple or hours.
”Ah, ha!” cried Captain Loreuil, jamming an enormous soft hat down on his head till it all but covered his eyes. This gave him the appearance, either of an artist of sorts or of a seller of chestnuts!
Now behold the handsomest cavalier of France and Navarre!...
And he struck up, in a clear voice: