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100 'I shall dismiss that man,' Charles muttered, as Lord of Lebenstein. 'He's too sour-looking for my taste. Never saw such a brute. Not a smile of welcome!'

He mounted the steps. The surly man stepped forward and murmured a few morose words in German. Charles brushed him aside and strode on. Then there followed a curious scene of mutual misunderstanding. The surly man called lustily for his servants to eject us. It was some time before we began to catch at the truth. The surly man was the real Graf von Lebenstein.

And the Count with the moustache? It dawned