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On the other hand, the Earl of Clarendon, who returned to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs, also acted quickly. Under his order, the Telegraph Office affiliated with the British Ministry of Foreign Affairs sent Prime Minister Palmerston's message via telegram to the British Embassy in France as far away as Paris. Order.

It took only a few seconds for the telegram to cross the British Channel and reach the British Embassy in France.

The telegraph operator who has been squatting next to the telegraph machine all year round immediately became energetic after hearing the familiar "tick-tock" sound. He kept writing all the words represented by each telegraph signal on the paper with the water-dipped pen in his hand. On paper.

After it stopped, the telegraph operator carefully checked the contents of the telegram to prevent errors in writing.

After reading the telegram, the telegraph operator nodded to the telegraph operator beside him, and then left the telegraph room alone with the telegram.

The telegraph operator who walked from the telegraph room to the lobby quickly found the military attache staying at the embassy in the lobby and asked where Ambassador Kautz was now.

"Ambassador Kautz should be at the opera house now, enjoying the opera!" After thinking for a moment, the military attache responded to the telegraph operator.

"Please find him immediately and tell him that the British Foreign Office has just sent a telegram!" the telegraph operator pleaded to the military attache.

"Can I take a look at the contents of the telegram?" the military attache asked the telegraph operator.

"Of course!" The telegraph operator handed the telegram into the hands of the military attache.

After taking a look at the contents of the telegram, the attaché showed a surprised expression. After a while, the attaché raised his head and responded to the telegraph operator quickly: "I'll tell the ambassador right now!"

"Trouble!" the telegraph operator responded to the military attache with a slight nod.

The military attache who left the embassy quickly took a carriage to the largest opera house in Paris, and his move happened to be discovered by plainclothes ambushing at the door of the British Embassy in France.

Looking at the military attache who was in a hurry, the plainclothes officer concluded that the military attaché must have something important to do.

So the plainclothes also called a horse and followed closely behind the military attache's carriage.

The carriage carrying the military attache arrived at the gate of the opera house. When the military attache stepped off the carriage and wanted to enter the opera house, he was stopped by the guard at the door.

Two doormen informed the military attaché that no one could enter without a ticket.

The military attache had no choice but to spend time buying tickets. After purchasing the tickets, the military attache entered the opera house unimpeded.

After the plainclothes officer saw the military attache entering the opera house, he quickly returned to the National Intelligence Agency and told his superiors about the incident.

After hearing his description, the boss said nonchalantly to the plainclothes guy: "We're just going to the opera house! What's the big deal!"

"I don't think the military attache went to listen to the drama!" the plainclothesman replied to his superior.

"What else could we do if we weren't going to listen to a drama?" the boss retorted.

"This..." After hesitating for a moment, the plainclothesman replied to his superior: "I don't know the information I have yet, but I'm sure they must be on to something!"

"Then what do you want to do? Go up and arrest them?" the boss responded to the plainclothes man, waving his hand impatiently.

"We have to find out!" the plainclothes suggested tactfully.

"Find out? How to check? Enter the British Embassy in France to check?" The boss poured cold water on the plain clothes again, and then pretended to have an experienced expression and responded to the plain clothes, "I advise you not to be so rigid!"

"I..." Plainclothes reluctantly left his boss's office.

The plainclothes man walking in the corridor was still a little unwilling. He gritted his teeth and walked upstairs. The office of Director of the National Intelligence Service Marcel Jerug was upstairs.

The words were divided into two parts. The military attache who entered the opera house quickly scanned the surroundings. After discovering that there was no trace of Ambassador Kautz in the auditorium, he quickly found the staff of the opera house.

"May I ask if Lord Coutts, the British Ambassador, is here with you?" the military attaché asked the staff politely.

After sizing up the military attache in front of him, the staff member responded to the military attache: "What do you want from Lord Kautz?"

"Don't worry about what happened to me. I just want to know if Ambassador Kautz is here! If he is here, please take me to him immediately!" the military attache ordered the staff in a tough tone.

"Okay!" The staff looked at the military attache up and down and found that the military attache was probably a high-ranking official, so he agreed to the military attache's request.

The two walked to the door of a box one after another. The staff pointed to the box and whispered to the military attache: "Lord Kautz is in there!"

The military attache stepped forward and knocked gently on the door of the box.

"Who?" Ambassador Kautz's dissatisfied voice came from the box. The military attaché quickly responded to Ambassador Kautz: "Your Excellency, Ambassador, it's me!"

After hearing the voice of the military attache, Ambassador Kautz in the box quickly motioned to the lady sitting on him to sit aside.

The lady showed a disappointed expression when she saw this and sat next to Ambassador Kautz.

Ambassador Kautz straightened his clothes slightly and said to the door: "Please come in!"

The military attaché entered the box and saw a look of understanding on his face when he saw Ambassador Kautz and the lady in the box.

"Is there something wrong with you coming here suddenly?" Ambassador Kautz asked the military attache in a calm tone.

Seeing this, the military attache had no choice but to whisper to Ambassador Kautz: "Mr. Kautz, you have a letter from home sent from London, and it is now at the embassy!"

After hearing the hint, Ambassador Kautz immediately nodded and said to the military attache: "I understand! You go back first! I will be there soon!"

"Yes!" the military attache responded quickly to Ambassador Kautz, and then left the box.

Ambassador Kautz responded apologetically to the woman next to him: "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you!"

The lady showed an understanding smile and said to Ambassador Kautz: "It's okay! Your Excellency, let's make an appointment next time!"

After Ambassador Kautz left, the lady also left.

A carriage whose interior could not be seen clearly stopped in front of the lady. The lady opened the door and entered the carriage.

A man in a brown coat sat across from the lady in the carriage and asked the lady, "Why did Ambassador Kautz leave early this time?"

"The military attache from their embassy has arrived. It seems that there is something urgent that Kautz needs to go over! I don't know what it is specifically!" the woman said to the man.

After hearing this, the man took out a bill and handed it to the woman, and thanked her: "Thank you very much for the clues you provided!"

The lady paid her, and then suggested and emphasized, "I am not doing this for myself, but for the whole of France!"

"I know! You are a true patriot," the man complimented with a smile.

The carriage took the lady and dropped her off near her residence, and then continued driving until it reached the National Intelligence Agency.

After entering the National Intelligence Agency, the man also walked upstairs.

In Marcel Jerug's office, he saw Dean Marcel Jerug and a person he did not know.

Yes, this person is the plainclothes man just now. At this time, Marcel Jeruger is thinking without saying a word, while the plainclothesman sitting opposite Marcel Jeruger is already sweating profusely.

"You're here!" Marcel Jerug raised his head and glanced at the man after hearing the movement at the door.

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"Dean, I have news about Ambassador Kautz!" the man said to Marcel Jerug.

"Ambassador Kautz?" Marcel Jerug glanced at the plainclothes, then picked up the cigarette on the table and threw it to the man, "Smoke it!"

The man skillfully took out a cigarette and lit it. Soon the whole room was filled with a choking smell, but the man in front of him still had an intoxicated expression on his face.

"You can say it now!" Marcel Jerug replied to the man.

The man told Marcel Jerug the information that his secret source had given him.

"Is that all?" Marcel Jerug wanted to ask for more information.

"That's all!" the man responded, and then added: "However, I also have a contact person at the British Embassy! If you are willing to take a little risk, it's not impossible to pry!"

After thinking for a moment, Marcel Jerug thought that using a hidden line was really not worth it.

Because the telegrams sent through London every day are probably not classified, and the Intelligence Agency has no obligation to take this risk.

"Forget it! Let's keep that hidden line to capture the British spies lurking in Paris!" Marcel Jerug said to the man.

The man shrugged his shoulders and smoked all the remaining cigarettes with a nonchalant expression.

The plainclothesman had a look of disappointment on his face. His efforts could be said to have all come to naught the moment Marcel Jerug announced the end of the investigation. He originally wanted to tell Marcel Jerug that he was at the embassy. There is also a "hidden line" inside.

Just when the plain clothes were lost, Marcel Jerug's "natural voice" reached the plain clothes' ears, and he kindly asked the plain clothes what their names were.

"Felix Soto!" the plainclothesman stammered in reply to Marcel Jerug.

"Mr. Felix Soto, now you can go back to your office and tell your pig-headed boss to pack his bags and go to the logistics work now!" Marcel Jerug said sternly, "The National Intelligence Service does not need people who are insensitive to intelligence to stay in this important position!"

He paused and his face regained its original kindness, "And you, Felix Soto, will be the one to replace him!"

Felix Soto's lips trembled after hearing Marcel Jerug's appointment. Now he wanted to kiss Marcel Jerug's leather shoes to show his respect for him, "Your Excellency, Dean, I... …I will definitely not betray your trust! Please rest assured!”

"Yeah, yeah!" Marcel Jerug nodded and said to Felix Soto: "I'm looking forward to your performance! I hope you don't disappoint me! If you disappoint me, I guarantee that you will Meet your pig-headed boss again!"

"Yes! Dean!"

Acting Section Chief Felix Soto officially took office.