"I suppose membership of that's confined to the profession, eh ?" "Strictly," replied his friend.

"But they ain't at all particular about their guests--you'll meet all sorts of people there, from judges to jockeys, and millionairesses to milliners." Copplestone was still wondering what the Squire of Scarhaven could have to do with the Fragonard Club when he went to Mr.Petherton's office the next morning.

He was late for the appointment which Gilling had made, and when he arrived Gilling had already reported all that had taken place the day before to the solicitor and to Sir Cresswell Oliver.

And on that Copplestone produced the papers entrusted to him by Mr.Dennie and they all compared the handwritings afresh.
"There is certainly something wrong, somewhere," remarked Petherton, after a time.

"However, we are in a position to begin a systematic inquiry.