“By Jove, he should be watched, then,” said Chick. “There would be something in that.”
“I think so, too,” Nick quickly agreed. “You return to town, therefore, and try to pick him up before he leaves his office. Get on his trail by some means, if possible, and don’t lose sight of him.”
“Leave him to me, Nick.”
“In the meantime, with Patsy to help me I have other fish to fry.”
“You mean?”
“The man with a dog—Ginger.”
“Henley?” questioned Chick. “Why do you suspect him?”
“First, because this evidence, if planted, was discovered so quickly after the seeming murder,” said Nick, pointing to the bloodstained articles. “It’s long odds that, in a genuine case of murder, it would not have been found within a few hours of the crime.”
“That’s true,” Chick quickly admitted.
“Second, because Henley is the man who found it, and[Pg 24] he don’t look good to me,” Nick added. “He has a bad eye. Besides, he has been very careful when speaking of the discovery to attribute it to his dog, which convinces me that he fears suspicion, if he takes it upon himself.”