they will understand that your identity as the leader of that so-called band is not only known to me and to my colleague, but that it also covers your real character and profession as the paid spy of France." "Marvellous, I call it...

demmed marvellous," quoth Sir Percy blandly.
Chauvelin had paused, half-choked by his own emotion, his hatred and prospective revenge.

He passed his handkerchief over his forehead, which was streaming with perspiration.
"Warm work, this sort of thing...

eh...

Monsieur...