ervation of hotel clerks. All that is not
sufficient. But don't you think anyone in Paris knows the King by
sight?"

"Only two persons knew him here.... The Ambassador of Hesse-Weimar, M.
de Naarboveck, who has just been changed and whose successor has not as
yet arrived. The other person is one of his friends, the Marquis de
Serac, who happens to be away from Paris just now."

Juve smiled.

"You forget one man, Monsieur Annion, who knows the King better than
either of these. I refer to the head of the Secret Service of
Hesse-Weimar ... one of my colleagues. He is at present staying at the
Royal Palace and sees the King every day. Consequently it will be
scarcely possible to deceive him."

"What is his name?" asked M. Annion.

"It's rather complicated; he calls himself Wulfenmimenglaschk, which we
may cut to Wulf for all practical purposes. What should you think of his
testimony?"

M. Annion hesitated.

"Of course, if this individual knows the King ..."

"He is attached to the King's person."

"And you are sure he recognized him at the Royal Palace?"

"I'll bring him here and let him speak for himself."

"Well, I'll give you until eleven to-morrow morning to produce this
Wulf ... or whatever he calls himself; if then he cannot positively
affirm that the King is really the King, you must arrest the impostor
immediately. If, on the other hand, he does recognize him, we must refer
the matter to the Minister of Foreign Affairs."

"That is understood," replied Juve, and he took his leave.

As Juve found himself again in the Rue de Saussaies his face clouded
over.

"Twenty-four hours gained anyway, but I wonder where the devil I can get
hold of this Wulf? I might catch him at the Moulin-Rouge ... Fandor sent
him there."

Juve drove to the music hall and, showing his card, questioned the
officials.

"I'm looking for a fat little man, probably slightly drunk, foreign
accent, wears a brown coat, tight trousers, white spats, and is
plastered all over with decorations."

"I saw him," cried one of the ushers. "I checked his overcoat and
noticed the decorations. He left some time ago."

"Confound it!" muttered Juve. "You don't know why he left so early? The
show is only beginning."

The usher smiled.

"Well, he carried a couple of girls away with him. Probably he's in some
nearby cafe."

Juve decided to spend the whole night, if necessary, to find Wulf, and
began a systematic search through all the cafe