would give the man full warning. He must say nothing.
"It's not straight work, Fell. Regardless of your motives, I refuse to join you."
Jachin Fell sighed slightly, and laid down his cigar with precision.
"Gramont," his voice came with the softly purring menace of a tiger's throat-tone, "I shall now adjourn this company meeting for two days, until Saturday morning, in order to give you a little time to reconsider. To-day is Thursday. By Saturday"
"I need no time," said Gramont.
"But you will need it. I suppose you know that Bob Maillard has been arrested for parricide? You are aware of the evidence against him—all circumstantial?"
Gramont frowned. "What has that got to do with our present business?"
"Quite a bit, I fancy." A thin smile curved the lips of Jachin Fell. "Maillard is not guilty of the murder—but you are."
"Liar!" Gramont started from his chair as those three words burned into him. "Liar! Why, you know that I went home"
"Ah, wait!" Fell lifted his hand for peace. His voice was calm. "Ansley and I both
