It must be returned to London and dated before you can proceed." "But it is not my fault," I protested.

"It is the fault of the clerk at the Consulate-General." "You should have examined it before leaving.

You must send it to London, and return to Stockholm by to-night's boat." "But this is outrageous!" I cried, as he had already taken the papers of a passenger behind me and was looking at them with unconcern.
"Enough!" he exclaimed, glaring at me.

"You will return to-night, or if you choose to stay you will be arrested for landing without a passport." "I shall not go back!" I declared defiantly.

"Your Consul-General vised my passport, and I claim, under international law, to be allowed to proceed without hindrance." "The steamer leaves at six o'clock," he remarked without looking up.