“That’s right, too.”
“It was no fault of ours, however, for we did our part when we rounded up the rascals,” Nick added. “Take the road to the left, Danny. I’ll give you the street and number after we hit the town.”
CHAPTER III.
CONFIRMATORY EVIDENCE.
It was eleven o’clock when the touring car containing the detectives stopped in front of an attractive wooden residence in a quiet and very reputable section of Fordham.
Nick directed Patsy to accompany him, while Danny waited in the car, and his ring brought an elderly, refined-looking woman to the door, whom Nick at first supposed was one of the boarders.
“I wish to see Mrs. Lord, the landlady,” he informed her.
“I am Mrs. Lord, sir,” was the reply, smiling. “Will you walk in?”
“Yes, thank you. I wish to inquire about one of your boarders.”
“One of them!” The woman laughed lightly. “I have only one, sir, and I consented to take her only to slightly increase my limited income. I do not keep what might be more properly termed a boarding house. What Miss Perrot pays me enables me to keep an extra servant, which relieves me of most of the housework. Will you be seated, gentlemen?”
They had followed her into a neatly furnished parlor, and Nick now saw plainly that she was an unassuming and thoroughly honest woman, one upon whom a crafty[Pg 10] person could very easily impose. He reasoned, too, that that might be why Pauline Perrot was established there.