"My heavens!" said Fell, staring. "I never dreamed that Chacherre"
"Perhaps you didn't." Gramont shrugged his shoulders. "Neither did any one else. I imagine that Ben learned of this room and drinking party, and rightly decided that he could make a rich haul off a small crowd of drunken young sports. He had the costume stolen from my car, as you know, also the automatic which went with it. Two shots were missing from the automatic when we found it in Ben's possession; and you remember the Masquer fired twice at the time Maillard was killed."
"Ah! I always said young Maillard wasn't guilty!" exclaimed the chief.
"And your man Hammond" began Fell. Gramont interposed.
"You thought you had Hammond sewed up tight, didn't you? To use the language of your favourite game, Fell, development is everything, and the player who gives up a pawn for the sake of development shows that he is possessed of the idée grande. You took the pawn, or thought you did—but I've taken the game!
"In one way, Fell, I'm very sorry to arrest
