“Much more to do?”
“Nothing but shadow work. I know the culprit. It only remains now to catch him spending some of the money.”
“Patsy can do that as well as you. Put him onto it.
“I've got two cases on hand now; both important.
“I have made a few notes regarding one of them. Here they are,” and Nick passed several slips of paper to his assistant.
“Read them in the order in which you find them, Chick,” he continued. “Read them aloud.”
“'Sara Varney,' began the assistant in the monotonous tone always assumed by one who is reading data, 'twenty-one years old, five feet three inches; one hundred and forty pounds; dark, beautiful teeth, all sound, gray traveling dress, no jewelry except watch with monogram in diamonds; watch No. 55,555, made by Jerguson. Gold chain, with hollow guard shaped like a pear. Guard contains—-”
“What does the guard contain?” asked Chick, looking up.
“Read on,” was the response. “'—orphan, wealthy, money and estate left by father who accumulated same in the West, presumably in mining, etc.'”
Chick laid aside the first slip of paper, and passed to the second.