“One could engage a secretary, of course,” he suggested, doubtfully. “But the visits! Our week’s holiday is gone.”
“Not at all,” Sogrange replied. “I have an idea.”
The telephone bell rang. Peter took up the receiver and listened for a moment. He turned to Sogrange, still holding it in his hand.
“You will be pleased, also, to hear,” he announced, “that there are half a dozen reporters downstairs waiting to interview [Transcriber’s note: word missing].”
Sogrange received the information with interest.
“Have them sent up at once,” he directed, “every one of them.”
“What, all at the same time?” Peter asked.
“All at the same time it must be,” Sogrange answered. “Give them to understand that it is an affair of five minutes only.”
They came trooping in. Sogrange welcomed them cordially.
“My friend, the Baron de Grost,” he explained, indicating Peter. “I am the Marquis de Sogrange. Let us know what we can do to serve you.”