"Is this all you've got?" he said almost immediately.
"Isn't it sufficient? The secretary at the mayor's office this morning was satisfied with it."
"They're satisfied with anything in mayors' offices," he said scornfully. "And what about these names?... Nobody's named Castor and Pollux?... And this one ... Baron de Saint-Quentin, acrobat!"
Dorothy smiled:
"Nevertheless it is his name and his profession."
"Baron de Saint-Quentin?"
"Certainly he was the son of a plumber who lived at Saint-Quentin and was called Baron."
"But then he must have the paternal authorization."
"Impossible."
"Why?"