"Gérard Baupré is expecting a telegram this afternoon, a promise of assistance. . . ."
"Yes, it's his last hope."
"He must not receive that telegram. If it comes, intercept it and tear it up."
"Very well, governor."
"Are you alone at your hotel?"
"Yes, with the cook, who does not sleep in. The boss is away."
"Good. So we are the masters. Till this evening, at eleven. Be off."
Prince Sernine went to his room and rang for his servant:
"My hat, gloves, and stick. Is the car there?"
"Yes, sir."