Iron Jaws' letter was not faultless in respect to orthography. Its errors we will not repeat:
"Fanfar must be saved! I know your attachment for him. You have great influence with people in power. Try to see him, and give him something that Bobichel will hand you. I rely on your doing this."
"What am I to say to Iron Jaws?" asked Bobichel.
"Tell him that I will do all he asks. But you have another note for me?"
"No, not a note." And Bobichel, with infinite care, took from the flap of his coat a pin, an ordinary pin though of large size, not large enough, however, to excite the smallest suspicion.
"Do you see that?" cried the clown, with much of his former gayety. "Do you see that, ladies and gentlemen? This pin does not look like much, does it, now? But you can screw off the head, and then you will find a tiny note—"
"It is most ingenious," said Irène, with a smile "and it shall be delivered as you desire."
"Ah! you are a brave creature, and if some day you want some one to amuse your children—that is, when you have any, you know—send for me, and I will be frogs for them all day long!"
And with this somewhat startling promise, Bobichel departed.