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Updated: June 22, 2025
"'A robbery has been committed, I gasped. 'A document of immense value has been stolen from the Foreign Office. Has any one passed this way? "'I have been standing here for a quarter of an hour, sir, said he; 'only one person has passed during that time a woman, tall and elderly, with a Paisley shawl. "'Ah, that is only my wife, cried the commissionnaire; 'has no one else passed? "'No one.
"The commissionnaire, seeing by my pale face that something was to be feared, had followed me upstairs. Now we both rushed along the corridor and down the steep steps which led to Charles Street. The door at the bottom was closed, but unlocked. We flung it open and rushed out. I can distinctly remember that as we did so there came three chimes from a neighboring clock. It was quarter to ten."
By the time you decipher this hieroglyphic I shall be some miles on my way: Address Hôtel de Russie, Berlin. Adieu, Damon; God bless you. "How long is it since this letter was given to you?" said I, without taking my eyes from the card. The commissionnaire made no reply. I repeated the question, looked up impatiently, and found that the man was already gone.
It is not that she has passed my Spion a dozen times within the last hour, for here she is messenger, porter, and commissionnaire, as well as housemaid and cook, but that she is always a phenomenon to the American stranger, accustomed to be abused in his own country by his foreign Irish handmaiden. Her presence is as refreshing and grateful as the morning light, and as inevitable and regular.
Having previously informed myself what spectacle is best worth seeing, while I am at dinner I send my valet de place, or if I cannot conveniently spare him, I desire him to dispatch a commissionnaire for the number of tickets wanted, so that when I arrive at the theatre, I have only to walk in, and place myself to the best advantage.
He was sitting on the side of the carriage nearest to the pavement, and he rose to his feet as the question was asked. It seemed to me that he almost whispered the address into the ear of the coachman. At any rate, I heard nothing of it. The man nodded, and turned eastward. "Bon soir, messieurs!" the commissionnaire called out, with his hat in his hand. "Bon soir!"
Together with a chance companion of the voyage, Signor Alvigini, Intendente of Genoa, and his party, we are soon in the hands of the commissionnaire of the Hôtel de Rome. As we land, our passports are received by the police of Victor Emmanuel, who have replaced those of the late régime.
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