" He paused a moment. "It's an odd thing that
writing such as that is absolutely invisible to the naked eye, and yet
when photographed becomes decipherable in the negative."
"What do you make of it?" Mr. Campbell asked. The guileless blue eyes
were alive with eagerness.
"Well, he's right, of course, about not being in danger," said Mr.
Grimm. "If he came with credentials as special envoy this government
must respect them, even if Senor Alvarez dies, and leave it to his own
government to punish him. If we were officially aware that he has such
credentials I doubt if we would have the right to keep him confined; we
would merely have to hand him over to the Italian embassy and demand his
punishment. And, of course, all that makes him more dangerous than
ever."
"Yes, I know that," said the chief a little impatiently. "But who is
this man?"
"Who is this man?" Mr. Grimm repeated as if surprised at the question.
"I was looking for Prince Benedetto d'Abruzzi, of Italy. I have found
him."
Mr. Campbell's clock-like brain ticked over the situation in detail.
"It's like this," Mr. Grimm elucidated. "He has credentials which he
knows will free him if he is forced to present them, but I imagine they
were given to him more for protection in an emergency like this than for
introducing him to our government.
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