Kerr and Folsom left Nick and Patsy inside the station, where they had met.
“You don’t really hope to conceal the fact that you’re in Denver, do you, Nick?” asked Patsy.
The great detective smiled.
“When fifty men heard that I was sent for?” he returned quietly; “not quite.”
“Then why do you make such a fuss about it? Why not go along to the hotel openly?”
“Patsy,” said Nick, as he pretended to consult a pocket time-table, “if the guilty man was one of that fifty, don’t you think it likely that he would shadow Folsom and Kerr and follow them to the station to see if I came?”
“Gee, yes! I hadn’t thought of that.”
“And, if he did so, of course he’s seen me.”
“Sure.”
“And he wouldn’t follow the others out, but would wait to see what became of me.”