“I am nervous—extremely nervous.”

“Might I inquire,” asked M. Goefle, “who the man was whom I just met going out from here?”

“I do not know.”

“Did you not ask his name?”

“He is an Italian.”

“But what is his name?”

“He said it was Guido.”

“Does he propose to enter the baron’s service?”

“Possibly.”

“He has a bad face.”