“Ach, it is ze ozzer Tollvoddle!” he exclaimed. “So! zat is it, of course.”
“You mean to say there is another peerage of Tulliwuddle?”
“Oh, yes.”
“Fetch Debrett, Ri!”
But Ri had already not only fetched Debrett, but found the place.
“A darned lie. Thought so,” he observed succinctly.
The luckless diplomatist was now committed to perdition.
“It is not in ze books,” he exclaimed. “It is bot a baronetcy.”
“A baronetcy!”
“And illegitimate also.”