"We have submitted our proofs," he said, "and they have been received with derision. Your ambassador, Monsieur Bardow, has spoken for us—and in vain! In what different manner can we approach this wooden-headed government? You have come here with something to propose! What is it?"
Monsieur Bardow nodded assent. He opened his mouth to speak. Suddenly his expression changed. He pointed to the door. The words came from his lips with the crisp rapidity of a repeating rifle!
"Who is that man?" he demanded. "Look! quick!"
I was just in time to see Hirsch's figure disappearing through the swing doors.
"A man named Hirsch," I answered.
"Who is he?"
"One of the committee of the Union," I answered.
"He left something with a waiter. Call the waiter quickly," Monsieur
Bardow demanded.
I obeyed at once. The waiter, a Swiss-German, hurried to our table.
"What did Mr. Hirsch want?" I asked.