She made a gesture of defeat. “Well, you can at least have the letter repeated by cable.”
“Also we can cable the government to dispatch another letter,” the Ambassador soothed. “There are plenty of ways out of the difficulty, so don’t give yourself any concern—and the United States is welcome to the letter. It will be a far day, I assure you, ere its cipher bureau translates it.”
He glanced at the clock. Mrs. Clephane arose.
“I’m sorry for the mess I have made,” she said.
“Don’t give it a thought,” he assured her. “If you can help us, you will be where?”
“I will be at the Chateau until this matter is straightened out—and subject to your instant call.”
“Good—you are more than kind; France appreciates it.”
He took her hand, escorted her with gracious courtesy to the door, and bowed her out.
Then he stepped to his desk and rang twice.
The First Secretary entered.