“Surely I cannot be; you did stay in Fogelschloss?” said the Baron. “Is not zis Dr Twiddel?”
“No—er—ah—yes,” stammered Twiddel, looking feebly at Welsh.
The Baron looked from the one to the other in great perplexity, when Mr Bunker, who had been much puzzled by this conversation, broke in, “Did you call that person Mandell-Essington?”
“I cairtainly zought it vas.”
“Where did you meet him?”
“In Bavaria, at my own castle.”
“You are mistaken, sir,” said Welsh.
“One moment, Mr Welsh,” said Mr Bunker. “How long ago was this, Baron?”
“Jost before I gom to London. He travelled viz zis ozzer gentleman, Dr Twiddel.”
“You are wrong, sir,” persisted Welsh.