"No," said Jachin Fell, halting suddenly in the act of reaching for a cigar and turning his keen gaze upon the chief. "Expect you? No!"
"It's darned queer, then! That chap Gramont called me up about ten minutes ago and said to get around here as quick as I could make it, that you wanted to see me."
"Gramont!" Jachin Fell frowned. "Where's Ben Chacherre? Haven't you found him yet?"
"Nary a sign of him, chief."
The door opened, and Henry Gramont appeared, his right hand bandaged and in a sling.
"Good evening, gentlemen!" he said, smiling.
"Here's Gramont now," exclaimed Fell. "Did you call the chief over here——"
"I sure did," and Gramont came forward. "I wanted to see you two gentlemen together, and so arranged it. Miss Ledanois is to be here at nine, Fell?"
The little man nodded, his eyes intent upon Gramont. He noticed the bandaged arm.
"Yes. Have you been hurt?"