CHAPTER X
WULFENMIMENGLASCHK
Wulfenmimenglaschk!
Fandor stared in consternation at the individual who had just entered the apartment of Frederick-Christian II.
He was enormously fat and absurd looking. A large red nose stood out between two little blinking eyes; a heavy moustache bushed above his three well-defined chins. In his hand he held a soft green hat, through the ribbon of which was stuck a feather. He wore a wide leather belt containing cartridge cases, and the butts of two revolvers peeped out of his pockets.
The man began once more.
"Wulfen ..."
Fandor stopped him with a movement of impatience.
"Won't you please speak French, so long as we are in France?"
For the twenty-fifth time this strange individual repeated the phrase which apparently meant his name and added in French: