‘Who are you, then? Your name cannot be Rémillard.’
‘It is V——,’ I answered.
The Procurator threw himself back in his seat, astonished.
‘Your police have not shown their usual astuteness, I am afraid,’ I observed, smiling.
The Tsar now interposed in a tone of more authority than I had ventured to hope from his not very strong face.
‘Do you suggest, M. V——, that the whole Staff of the French Army are engaged in a conspiracy to forge documents?’
‘Something of the kind, I am afraid, sire.’
‘But this notorious case, which has excited the attention of the whole of Europe—the Affaire Dreyfus?’
‘I am in a position to assure your Majesty that Captain Dreyfus had no more to do with Germany than M. Pobiedonostzeff here.’
