Nyla had a strong inclination to laugh, but conquered it. Romsteck, not less startled than the others, began to speak, but the stranger held up his hand with a commanding gesture.
"A thousand and one apologies, Herr President, for this lack of ceremony. Permit me." He took the bottle, chose a fresh glass, filled it and offered it with a charming obeisance. "I should, of course, have been here before your arrival. You were earlier than I expected."
Guadeloupe had a sagacious instinct of silence in perplexing situations. He contented himself by taking off the postponed dram.
"My name is Cointreau, from the Department of Public Safety. My credentials."
He took a card from his pocket.
"I am authorized to ask a few moments' private interview with you—and with the Fräulein, of course. Butler, remove this debris and the Herr President and I can talk without interruption."
Romsteck, to his own surprise, found himself helping the footmen to clear away tea. He had
