"Second Notice"
He clutched the arms of his chair, and stood up. A dead silence had fallen.
"Where"—Rohscheimer moistened his lips—"did this come from?"
A moment more of silence, then:
"Sir Leopold passed it to me," came Salome Hohsmann's frightened voice.
Rohscheimer stared at Jesson. Jesson turned and stared at Miss Hohsmann.
"You are mistaken," he replied slowly. "I have not had the card in my hand!"
Miss Hohsmann's fine, dark eyes grew round in wonder.
"But, Sir Leopold!" she cried. "I took it from your hand!"
Jesson's face was a study in perplexity.