sure to fit the paper in my pocket. It would be sure to fit, confound him!"
A little later he left the house and walked along the line of cars that were waiting parked in the drive and in the street outside. Before one of the cars he came to a halt, examining it closely. The sleepy chauffeur got out and touched his cap in a military salute; he was a sturdy young fellow, his face very square and blunt.
"A very handsome car. May I ask whose it is?" inquired Fell, mildly.
"Mr. Gramont's, sir," answered the chauffeur.
"Ah, thank you. A very handsome car indeed. Good-night!"
Mr. Fell walked away, striding briskly down the avenue. When he approached the first street light he came to a pause, and began softly to pat his person as though searching for something.
"I told you that you'd pay for knowing too much about me, young man!" he said, softly. "What's this, now—what's this?"
A slight rustle of paper, as he walked along, had attracted his attention. He passed his hands over the loose, open domino
