“That was a bit strange, indeed.”
“I think Doctor Guelpa noticed it, also, for I detected a look of surprise in his eyes.”
“Why didn’t you question Mrs. Clayton?”
“The time was not favorable,” said Nick. “She was not in a mood to have answered personal questions. I saw that plainly enough, Chick, and I decided to defer interrogating her. I preferred, moreover to see her alone.”
“You intend doing so, then?”
“Surely.”
“When?”
“This evening. I shall call at her home on Washington Heights. I think I may find her alone.”
“In that case——”
“In that case, Chick, she will tell me what she had on her mind this morning, or I’ll know the reason why,” Nick interrupted, with ominous emphasis, while he arose from his swivel chair. “Go ahead, Patsy, along the lines I have directed. We’ll start this ball rolling.”