“I think we shall, Chick, having seen the photograph Conroy brought round. Feeling thus confident, moreover,[Pg 23] Deland is daring enough to go straight to a first-class hotel with Fannie Coyle, posing in entirely new characters. It will be well to inspect some of the hotel registers in search of his writing.”
“There are possibilities in all that, Nick,” Chick readily admitted.
“Bear in mind, too, the difficulties involved in disposing of the plunder from an undertaker’s wagon,” said Nick. “Where would the rascals take it? Not to a private residence, for the wagon would attract the attention of the neighbors and give rise to inquiries that might result in speedy exposure. If taken to an isolated house, the wagon would be seen going there and investigations might follow. The rascals would not take those chances.”
“I agree with you,” Chick nodded.
“Nor would they trust their load to any railway company, nor to transportation by others.”
“Surely not.”
“How, then, would they dispose of it? Where would they naturally take it?”
“That’s the question, Nick.”
“Gee! it’s some question, too.”
“They might, of course, drive to some point out of the city, where they could transfer it undetected to an ordinary wagon, in which it could be quickly taken to some place of concealment. Or it might be hidden in some woodland section and afterward removed.”