"Your name is M'sieur Gregg," he exclaimed in very good French, "and I
understand you desire audience of his Excellency, the Governor-General.
I regret, however, that he never gives audience to strangers."
"The matter upon which I desire to see his Excellency is of a purely
private and confidential nature," I said, for used as I was to the ways
of foreign officialdom, I spoke with the same firm courtesy as himself.
"I am very sorry, m'sieur, but I fear it will be necessary in that case
for you to write to his Excellency, and mark your letter 'personal.' It
will then go into the Governor-General's own hands."
"What I have to say cannot be committed to writing," was my reply. "I
must see Baron Oberg upon a matter which affects him personally, and
which admits of no delay."
He glanced at me quickly, and then in a low voice inquired:
"Is it in regard to a--well, a conspiracy?"
His question instantly suggested to me a ruse, and I replied in the
affirmative.
"Then you can place the facts before me without the slightest
hesitation," he said, going to the door and slipping the bolt into its
socket.
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