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"Get on to facts, sir," the American admonished. "You've got to explain to me what you mean by passing yourself off as Thomas Von Tassen, before you leave this room." Peter bowed. "With much pleasure, Mr. Von Tassen," he declared. "For your information, I might tell you that you are not the only person in whose guise I have figured. In fact, I have had quite a busy week.
"Queer country, this," Mr. von Tassen remarked, pausing on the step to light a cigar. "Seems kind of humdrum after New York, but there's no use talking things do happen over here anyway!" His host, very fussy as he always was on the morning of his big shoot, came bustling towards de Grost, with a piece of paper in his hand.
"Since you insist upon knowing the Baron de Grost, at your service!" he announced. Andrea Korust was, for the moment, speechless. One of the women shrieked. The real Mr. von Tassen looked around him helplessly. "Will someone be good enough to enlighten me as to the meaning of this?" he begged. "Is it a roast? If so, I only want to catch on. Let me get to the joke, if there is one.
"Since you insist upon knowing the Baron de Grost, at your service!" he announced. Andrea Korust was, for the moment, speechless. One of the women shrieked. The real Mr. Von Tassen looked around him helplessly. "Will some one be good enough to enlighten me as to the meaning of this?" he begged. "Is it a roast? If so, I only want to catch on. Let me get to the joke, if there is one.
The American statesman, who was, perhaps, the only one to realise exactly what was coming, slipped his hand into his pocket and gripped something cold and hard. Then the door was flung open. An apologetic and much disturbed butler made the announcement which had evidently been demanded of him. "Mr. von Tassen!" A silence followed breathless the silence before the bursting of the storm.
"I have already explained your views," Peter declared, with twinkling eyes. "Mr. Van Jool was delighted." Mr. Von Tassen shook with laughter. "Say," he exclaimed, "this is a great story! If you're ready, Baron de Grost, lead the way to where we can get a whiskey and soda and a chat." Mademoiselle Celaire came gliding out to them.
Around the table every head was turned towards the centre of the disturbance. It was Peter again who spoke. "Let me suggest, Andrea Korust," he said, "that you send your guests those who are not immediately interested in this affair into the next room. I will offer Mr. Von Tassen then the explanation to which he is entitled." Andrea Korust staggered to his feet. The nerve had failed.
Von Tassen was the name of the American statesman, and the man who rose slowly from his place by his host's side was the exact double of the man who stood now upon the threshold, gazing in upon the room. The expression of the two alone was different. The newcomer was furiously angry, and looked it. The sham Mr. Von Tassen was very much at his ease.
I can only say that I did the best I could." "Who the devil are you, masquerading in my name?" the new-comer demanded, with emphasis. "This man is an impostor!" he added, turning to Andrea Korust. "What is he doing at your table?" Andrea leaned forward, and his face was an evil thing to look upon. "Who are you?" he hissed out. The sham Mr. von Tassen turned away for a moment and stooped down.
I can only say that I did the best I could." "Who the devil are you, masquerading in my name?" the newcomer demanded, with emphasis. "This man is an impostor!" he added, turning to Andrea Korust. "What is he doing at your table?" Andrea leaned forward and his face was an evil thing to look upon. "Who are you?" he hissed out. The sham Mr. Von Tassen turned away for a moment and stooped down.
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