more clearly and his brain whirled. He knew, of course, that she was fairly intimate with Fell, but he was not aware of any particular connection
He glanced up at her suddenly, and surprised a glint of laughter in her eyes as she watched him.
"You seem to be rather astonished," she observed.
"I am." Gramont drew a deep breath. "You—do you know that those boxes were taken from my car?"
She nodded again. "Certainly. They were brought to me."
"Then you had someone on my trail?" Gramont flushed a little as he put the question to her.
"No. I have been chosen to settle affairs with you, that is all. It has been learned from the note in the opened box that you were not criminal in what you did."
She leaned forward, her deep eyes searching him with a steady scrutiny.
"Tell me, Henry Gramont, what mad impulse brought you to all this? Was it a silly, boyish effort to be romantic—was it a mere outburst of bravado? It was not for
