“If they are mentioned in the society notes I anticipate, however, I’ll wager they will not like it,” Chick mentally added.
The bell hop in blue and brass returned in a very few minutes.
“You are to come up, sir,” he announced. “This way, sir.”
Chick followed him to the elevator.
“They certainly apprehend nothing,” he reasoned. “They may, as Nick inferred, feel entirely safe from suspicion, or absolutely sure that their identity and connection with the robbery cannot be established. I’ll wager, however, that I can take the wind out of their sails. If they don’t weaken when they see me, or betray some sign of recognition—well, their nerve will surpass that of a wooden Indian. I’m dead sure I’m not mistaken. There is no mistaking that writing. They must be the suspected couple, in spite of the clerk’s statements about them, or I’m no judge of——”
Chick had arrived at the door of the suite and his train of thought ended.
The page knocked on the door, then bowed and hurried away.
A voice within called agreeably:
“Come in!”
Chick opened the door and was met in the entrance hall by an erect, slender man in a plaid suit. His face was as fair and smooth as that of a girl. His skin was peculiarly clear and pale, though his complexion was dark and his eyes remarkably brilliant.