“What do you think of the picture, chief?” Patsy asked, with a show of some excitement.
“It’s a good piece of evidence,” responded Nick; “if only this young man had had a little more luck! We could get along without the picture of Judson, if we only had a clean-cut picture of the two murderers.”
“That’s all right,” said Patsy confidently, “I know who they are.”
Nick looked quickly at his assistant.
Then he turned to the photographer.
“Will you leave this with us?” he asked. “I shall see that you are well paid for it.”
“Oh! I don’t care for any pay,” replied the young man. “I shall be glad if it helps you. Good night.”
He left them, and Patsy made his report.
“I laid for Claymore, as you told me,” he said, “and after chasing him around town for a while, I found at last that he had gone to the office of the oil company. He spent the whole evening there.”
“Was his partner with him?”