CHAPTER X
KIMBERLEY
Dessert was being placed upon the table when Bernard Megger went out to the telephone, and a fairly general conversation upon the all-absorbing topic had sprung up when he returned—pale, flabby—a stricken man!
"Vignoles!" he said hoarsely. "A word with you."
The host, who did not care for the society of Mr. Megger, rose in some surprise and stepped aside with his wife's guest.
"I am a ruined man!" said Megger. "My chambers have been entered and my safe rifled!"
"But——" began Vignoles, in bewilderment.
"You do not understand!" snapped the other, "and I cannot explain. It is Séverac Bablon who has robbed me!"
"Séverac Bablon?"