The lawyer's name was, he found, in the telephone directory, and he presented himself with assurance. To the clerk who interviewed him in the ante-room of the suite of offices occupied by the notaire he said curtly: "I come on business connected with the Crown Prince of Kossovia. That should be sufficient for your master."
It was. It secured him instant admission to a puzzled little man with the lined forehead and lips of the lawyer, a physiognomy that transcends national boundaries.
"To what can I attribute the honour of this visit? Are you a member of His Royal Highness's suite?"
Bray nodded. When it was necessary to depart from the way of honesty, he still believed in telling as much of the truth as was practicable, and he now said: "I am an enquiry agent. I have been in the British
