“Yes.”
“When did you hear from Jenks?”
“Only two days ago. This photograph, or one like it, was given to him about ten days ago. He has clinched the points mentioned since then.”
“Did he give you any information about Deland himself, his early life, or his family?”
“Nothing is known about him,” said Conroy, shaking his head. “The name probably is an alias. He is said to have as many others as he has hairs in his head. If he is half as clever as the foreign police assert——”
“Here is Danny, chief, with the car,” put in Patsy, turning from the window.
“We must be off, Conroy,” said Nick, returning the photograph. “I’m glad you came in, however, and I will keep Deland in mind. Let me know if you hear anything more about him.”
“I will, Nick, surely,” Conroy nodded, while he accom[Pg 15]panied the three detectives from the house and proceeded on his way to police headquarters.
Ten minutes later Nick’s touring car rounded a corner of Fifth Avenue and stopped in front of the Vanhausen building.
The inclosed black wagon of an undertaker was standing in front of the Vaughn residence, also a hack, at the open door of which the driver was waiting.