Chapter 847： undercover intelligence

On the other hand, the Earl of Clarendon, who had returned to the Foreign Office, also acted swiftly. Under his orders, the Telegraph Office, which was subordinate to the British Foreign Office, sent by telegram the Prime Minister Palmerston's message to the British Embassy in France, which was far away in Paris. Order.

It only took 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 beside the telegraph machine all the year round, immediately came to his senses after hearing the familiar "tick" sound. The pen in his hand kept writing all the words represented by each electrical signal on the paper. on paper.

After stopping, 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 embassy attaché who was staying in the lobby and asked where Ambassador Coats was now.

"Ambassador Kautz should be at the opera now, enjoying the opera!" The military attache replied to the telegraph operator after thinking for a while.

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

After the military attache glanced at the contents of the telegram, he showed a surprised expression. After a while, the military attache raised his head and hurriedly responded to the telegraph operator: "I'll go tell the ambassador right now!"

"Trouble!" The telegraph operator nodded slightly in response to the military attache.

The military attaché 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 gate of the British Embassy in France.

Looking at the military attache in a hurry, the military attache in plain clothes must have something urgent to do.

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

The carriage carrying the military attache came all the way to the gate of the opera house. When the military attache who got off the carriage wanted to enter the opera house, he was stopped by the guard at the gate.

The two guards told the military attache that no one could enter without a ticket.

The military attache had no choice but to spend time buying tickets, and the military attache who bought the tickets could enter the opera house unimpeded all the way.

After seeing the military attache entering the opera house, the plainclothes hurriedly returned to the National Intelligence Service to tell their superiors about the incident.

After hearing his description, the boss said to the plainclothes nonchalantly: "Isn't it just going to the opera house! What a big deal!"

"I don't think that military attache is here to listen to the drama!" Plainclothes replied to the boss.

"I'm not going to listen to the drama, what else can I do!" The boss retorted.

"This..." After hesitating for a moment, the plainclothes replied to the boss: "I don't know the information I have at the moment, but I'm sure they have something to do!"

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

"We have to find out!" Plainclothes suggested tactfully.

"Find out? How to check? Enter the British embassy in France to check?" The boss poured cold water on the plainclothes again, and then responded to the plainclothes with the expression of someone who had come over, "I advise you not to be so rigid!"

"I..." Plainclothes left the boss's office unwillingly.

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

The words were divided, and the military attache who entered the opera house quickly glanced around. After finding that there was no trace of Ambassador Coats in the auditorium, he quickly found the staff of the opera house.

"May I ask if Lord Coats, the British ambassador, is with you!" the military attache politely asked the staff.

After the staff looked at the military attache in front of them, they responded to the military attache: "What do you have to do with Lord Coats?"

"Don't worry about my business, I just want to know if Ambassador Coats is there! If he is, please take me to him immediately!" The military attache ordered the staff in a strong 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 they agreed to the military attache's request.

The two walked to the door of a box one after the other, and the staff pointed to the box and whispered to the military attaché, "Lord Coats is inside!"

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

"Who?" The dissatisfied voice of Ambassador Coats came from the box, and the military attache quickly responded to Ambassador Coats: "Your Excellency Ambassador, it's me!"

After hearing the voice of the military attache, Ambassador Coats in the box hurriedly gestured with his hand to the lady sitting on his body to sit aside.

Seeing this, the lady showed a disappointed expression and sat beside Ambassador Coats.

Ambassador Coats adjusted his clothes a little, and said to the door, "Please come in!"

The military attache entered the box, and when he saw Ambassador Coats and the lady in the box, there was a clear expression on his face.

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

Seeing this, the military attache had to hint to Ambassador Coats in a low voice: "Mr. Coats, you have a letter sent from London, and it is now in the embassy!"

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

"Yes!" The military attache hurriedly responded to Ambassador Coats, and then left the box.

Ambassador Coats responded apologetically to the lady beside him: "I'm sorry, I can't accompany you anymore!"

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

After Ambassador Coats left, so did the lady.

A carriage that could not see the interior clearly stopped in front of the lady, who opened the door and entered the carriage.

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

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

After listening, the man took out a bill and gave it to the lady, and thanked her: "Thank you very much for the clues you provided!"

The lady paid the fee, and then proposed to emphasize, "I am not doing this for myself, but for the whole of France!"

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

The carriage took the lady near her place of residence and put it down, and continued on until it reached the National Intelligence Service.

The man who entered the National Intelligence Service also walked upstairs.

In Marcel Yarug's office, he saw Dean Marcel Yarug and a person he didn't know.

That's right, this person is the plainclothes just now. At this moment, Marcel Yarug is thinking without saying a word, and the plainclothes sitting opposite Marcel Yarug are already sweating profusely.

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

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"Dean, I have a message here about Ambassador Coats!" the man said to Marcel Yarug.

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

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

"You can talk now!" Marcel Yeruger replied to the man.

The man handed him the information about his dark line and told Marcel Yaruger.

"That's all?" Marcel Yeruger 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're willing to take a risk, it's not impossible to snoop!"

After thinking for a moment, Marcel Yaluger thought that it was not worth it to use the dark line.

Because the telegrams sent through London every day are probably not classified telegrams, the Intelligence Service is not obliged to take this risk.

"Forget it! Let's keep that dark line to capture the British spy lurking in Paris!" Marcel Yarug said to the man.

The man shrugged his shoulders and smoked all the remaining cigarettes indifferently.

On the plainclothes face, there was a look of disappointment. It can be said that his efforts all came to nothing at the moment when Marcel Yaruger announced that he would stop the investigation. He originally wanted to tell Marcel Yaruger that he was in the embassy. There is also a "dark line" inside.

Just when the plain clothes were lost, Marcel Yeruger's "Sound of Heaven" reached the plain clothes' ears, and he kindly asked what the plain clothes were called.

"Felix Soto!" The plainclothes stammered and replied to Marcel Yarug.

"Mr. Felix Soto, UU Reading Now you can go back to your office, and then tell your pig-headed boss, so that he can pack up and go to logistics now!" Marcel . Yaruger said sternly, "The National Intelligence Service does not need people who are not sensitive to intelligence to stay in this important post!"

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

Felix Soto's lips trembled after hearing Marcel Yarug's appointment, and now he can't wait to kiss Marcel Yarug's leather shoes to show his respect, "Your Excellency Dean, I… I will never betray your trust! Please rest assured!"

"Hmmmm!" Marcel Yarug nodded to Felix Soto and said, "I'm looking forward to your performance! I hope you don't let me down! If you let me down, I promise you I'll meet your pig-headed boss again!"

"Yes! Dean!"

Acting Section Chief Felix Soto officially took office.

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