“Eh?”
“You have not found him?” asked the Count anxiously.
“Not yet, Count; but I hope to do so shortly. I know what he looks like now. This gentleman is his twin-brother. They are doubles.”
“You are sure this gentleman is not Mr. George Lattaker?”
George put his foot down firmly on the suggestion.
“Don’t go mixing me up with my brother,” he said. “I am Alfred. You can tell me by my mole.”
He exhibited the mole. He was taking no risks.
The Count clicked his tongue regretfully.
“I am sorry,” he said.
George didn’t offer to console him,