This
is imperative. I am not in mood for trifling. Have wired Paris papers
that engagement is settled. Have also wired daughter. The sooner we
get together on this the better. Wait for my arrival in Paris." It
was signed "W. B."
"There's Blitherskite methods for you," said Dank. "Speaking of
pirates, he's the king of them all. Did you ever hear of such
confounded insolence? The damned--"
"Wait a second, Dank," interrupted the Count. "There is still another
delectable communication for you, Robin. It was directed to R.
Schmidt and I took the liberty of opening it, as authorised. Read
it."
This was one of the ordinary "_petits bleu_," dropped into the
pneumatic tube letter-box at half-past two that afternoon, shortly
before Robin ventured forth on his interesting expedition in quest of
tea, and its contents were very crisp and to the point:
"Pay no attention to any word you may have received from my father.
He cables a ridiculous command to me which I shall ignore. If you
have received a similar message I implore you to disregard it
altogether.
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