Foreign Minister Beelaerts van Blokland talks about a frontier dispute “with our good Belgian friends.”

He enjoys the confidence of Queen Wilhelmina of the Netherlands whose Foreign Minister he is. Straight and yet portly of figure, his manner is stiff-necked and blunt. His arrival to dine heavily at one of the smart, white-painted mansions at The Hague, is announced by flunkies, unctuously intoning: “Jonkheer Dr….