"I tell you again I am not the man you seek," I cried angrily; for I saw the power of his threat.
"I take my chance of that. You can explain to the Prince."
"This is monstrously ridiculous," I exclaimed hotly. "There are a thousand proofs here in this room that I am not the man you want. Put your hand in my pocket here and you will see by my letters that I am not."
After a moment's pause he did so; and then, too late, I remembered von Fromberg had given me one of his uncle's letters to read which I had not returned. The man chanced to take it out first and held it up.
"Your own proof," he said laconically, and thrust them all back again.
"You are making fools of every one concerned," I cried, very angrily.
"Will you give your word of honor to go with us?" was his answer, stolidly spoken. "It is time to start."
It was useless to fight further, so with another shrug of the shoulders I gave up.
"I warn you the whole thing's a farce, though I can't make you believe it. I'll go with you; but you must put up with the consequences."
In another moment I was free, and he was profuse with his apologies.