Seaman, who was waiting outside the door of the anteroom, called him in and introduced him to several members of the suite.

One, a young man with a fixed monocle, scars upon his face, and a queer, puppet-like carriage, looked at him a little strangely.
"We met some years ago in Munich, Baron," he remarked.
"I acknowledge no former meetings with any one in this country," Dominey replied stiffly.

"I obey the orders of my Imperial master when I wipe from my mind every episode or reminiscence of my former days." The young man's face cleared, and Seaman, by his side, who had knitted his brows thoughtfully, nodded understandingly.
"You are certainly a good actor, Baron," he declared.

"Even your German has become a little English.

Sit down and join us in a glass of beer.
Luncheon will be served to us here in a few minutes.