had just learned of the Masquer's visit. In response to his excited questioning his father described the scene in the library and added:
"I trust there was nothing important among those papers of yours, Robert?"
"No," said the younger man. "No. Nothing valuable at all."
Henry Gramont was passing. He caught the words and paused, his gaze resting for an instant upon the group. A faint smile rested upon his rather harshly drawn features.
"I just found this," he announced, holding out a paper. "It was pinned to the outside of the library door. I presume that your late visitor left it as a memento?"
Jachin Fell took the paper, the other men crowding around him.
"Ah, Maillard! The same handwriting as that of your letter!"
Upon the paper was pencilled a single hasty line:
My compliments to Robert Maillard—and my thanks.
Bob Maillard sprang forward, angrily inspecting the paper. When he relinquished it, Fell calmly claimed it again.
