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When I opened the door, in front of me, stood the Baron Armand de Valfort. At least, it was the name I read on the card he handed me with a prompt gesture, unintended to be aggressive, nor demeaning. He appeared forthright, knowing what he wanted, and his deportment reflected authority and confidence. The Baron was a middle-aged man, and ‘middle’ could have applied to most aspects of his physiognomy. He wore gold-rimmed spectacles, anchored on the bridge of his strong hooked nose, below which, shined fleshy lips. The cut of his elegant clothes showed in every couture, the mark of a rich Paris tailor’s hand. “You are Captain Walter Morsirisse, n’est-ce pas?” he said, with a flat voice, while his dark brown eyes stared at me through his …show more content…

It had a color purple, a sad color purple, redder and paler than heliotrope, bluer and lighter than average amethyst, and whiter and slightly bluer than manganese violet. And now, I held this letter that fascinated me like a blue snake that hissed out of the past, its paper tongue sending a message that could be poisonous. “‘S’il vous plait!’” said the Baron. “Please, read it.” After a short hesitation, as if I were going to break the Seal of King Tut Tomb, I acquainted myself with its content. Monsieur, It has become impossible for me to wait any longer for you to pay your debt. If I don’t hear from you, within 48 hours, I will come to collect at your domicile. S.V. This was merely a note. Almost a telegram. I did not understand why the Baron de Valfort had taken the trouble to consult me. The two bare sentences making up this short message looked straightforward, and devoid of mystery. “I’m sorry,” I said, “but, from what I read, I’m unable to help you. If you owe money to this… this S.V…, simple! Pay him!” “Pay whom?! Pay what?!” He cried. “I’m not familiar with anyone who signs S.V.! And I don’t owe money to anybody! ” “Maybe was it a promise you made?” I ventured, as soon as the idea had crossed my mind. “I just told you! I couldn’t make a promise to a stranger!” He pronounced his last sentence in a convincing way, and I would have dropped my assumption, if it were not for the unbending tenacity of my character, and also

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