"But surely you don't suspect Jadby?" asked Ned, startled.
"Why not? He was at Mrs. Rover's ball."
"Nonsense. She doesn't know him!"
"Remember the jewel robberies," said Prelice dryly; "a great number of people unknown to host or hostess were at that ball."
"But Jadby!" Shepworth bit his fingers perplexedly. "You can't suspect him? He came and saw me, and then went away. It was a woman whom Agstone brought in. She must have killed Agstone."
Prelice shrugged his shoulders, and sauntered about the room.
"Perhaps!" he remarked carelessly, sauntering about the room. "I certainly have no reason to suspect Jadby, save that he was at the ball."
"How do you know?"
"He was one of the crowd that rushed in to see you insensible, and he wore a domino and mask, as did the rest of them."
"Then how did you spot him?"