My disguise
is good, but not good enough to deceive the cleverest rogues in Europe.
Let us take up our conversation where it was interrupted."
Guest nodded.
"The cafe has served its turn," he declared. "I am glad it is gone,
although it was a close shave for us. Monsieur Bardow, I believe that you
have something to suggest. There is no time to lose!"
The little Frenchman nodded.
"I have," he admitted. "It is, perhaps, a forlorn hope, but it is our
only chance. You have appealed to the government--you have failed!
Appeal, then, to their masters."
"The people!" Guest exclaimed. "But how? There is no time!"
"There is only one way," Monsieur Bardow declared, "but it is a royal
way. The things which we four in this cab know could be driven home to
every living Englishman in little more than twelve hours' time, if we can
only find--!"
"The Press!" I cried.
"If we can only find," Monsieur Bardow continued, with a little nod, "an
editor man enough to throw the great dice!"
"Staunton!" Guest exclaimed.
"We are on our way there," Monsieur Bardow declared.
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