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Soon after midnight Perissol, sitting in his shirt sleeves before his desk, was disturbed by the entrance of Raymond, the chief of his secretaries. The young man was looking grave.
"Mon General," he announced. "I regret to say that our private wire to Paris has probably been tampered with. I can get no connection."