'Oh, no,' he replied, 'I am no Cagliostro; the explanation is simple enough.

This is the French embassy, and Monsieur Rossi is an old friend of mine.

I have visited his family often.

So when I asked him for tickets to all the ceremonies of Holy Week for two Hungarian ladies and their escort, he gave them to me at once.

But now you must look sharp, for cards enough have been given out to fill the Sistine Chapel six times over, and there will be a scramble to get in.'" The princess was as pleased as a child.