“The devil!” ejaculated Guildford, choking back a grin. “Did he lose much?”
“No, only a couple of £5 notes,” replied Sir Charles. “But what frightens him is, a newspaper recording his trial was taken from a drawer in his desk. He says the whole thing is very mysterious, and he's got that snooker, Larose, now completely on his mind. He says he can't understand it, for the servants found a strange glove behind the settee in his study the next morning, and marks on the wall as if someone had been hiding there.”
Guildford's face fell. “When did it happen?” he asked quickly, and certainly with no inclination to grin now.
“The night we were all at Ah Chung's,” replied Sir Charles, “and what happened, according to him, is undoubtedly most strange. He went down two days after, and his butler me
