And he narrated what had just passed concerning the passport. If he is as shrewd as I think he is, consul, he will come.
Passports are only good for annoying honest folks, and aiding in the flight of rogues.
I have no right to refuse. The consul did not finish his sentence, for as he spoke a knock was heard at the door, and two strangers entered, one of whom was the servant whom Fix had met on the quay. The other, who was his master, held out his passport with the request that the consul would do him the favour to visa it. The consul took the document and carefully read it, whilst Fix observed, or rather devoured, the stranger with his eyes from a corner of the room. The consul proceeded to sign and date the passport, after which he added his official seal.