"Head of the Secret Service of the Kingdom of Hesse-Weimar and Attaché of your Majesty."
Fandor congratulated himself that the table separated them. He expected at any moment to be shown up as an impostor. But thinking the best plan would be to try and bluff it through he said graciously:
"Sit down, Monsieur Wulf."
"But that isn't possible."
"Yes, it is ... take that chair."
"I should never dare to," answered the police officer.
Fandor insisted.
"We desire you."
Wulf bowed to such formal instructions, murmuring:
"I do so at the order of your Majesty."