expected intruders, was the Midnight Masquer—holding them up at the point of his automatic!
There was a moment of tense and strained silence, as every eye went to the four men in evening attire. It was plain what had cut short the boisterous song—the Masquer must have made his appearance only a moment or two previously. From head to foot he was hidden under his leathern attire. His unrecognizable features, at this instant, were turned slightly toward the four new arrivals. It was obvious that he, no less than the others, was startled by this entry.
Maillard was the first to break that silence of stupefaction.
"By heavens!" he cried, furiously. "Here's that damned villain again—hold him, you! at him, everybody!"
In a blind rage, transported out of himself by his sudden access of passion, the banker hurled himself forward. From the bandit burst a cry of futile warning; the pistol in his hand veered toward his assailant.
This action precipitated the event. Perhaps because the Masquer did not fire instantly, and perhaps because Maillard's mad
