Nick did not do so, however, but he was quick to observe the insinuating remark and draw a natural conclusion, one that he made doubly sure did not appear in his face.
“Well, that’s not strange, Clayton,” he replied, laughing. “I had no definite destination when I went out. Besides, I seldom tell my butler where I am going, unless my mission relates to a case in which my assistants are employed. Then I usually leave word for them, as I would have done this evening, had that been the case.”
A momentary gleam, the sinister light of secret relief and satisfaction, showed like a fleeting flash in the depths of his visitor’s eyes.
“It does not matter in the least, Nick, now that you have returned,” he said quickly.[Pg 32]
“What’s on your mind?” asked Nick, taking a chair. “You said you have a reason for coming here.”
“So I have,” said Clayton, more earnestly. “I think I have a clew to the crook who got the jewels.”
“By Jove, is that so?”
“The chance is worth taking.”
“What do you mean? What kind of a clew?” asked Nick, with manifest interest.
“It came from a woman friend of mine early this evening,” Clayton proceeded to explain. “She talked with me by telephone. I have not seen her.”