“Good enough. My taxi is outside.”
“Come on, then, and we’ll be off. I’ll not even wait to tell my butler where I am going,” Nick added, with a laugh, as they hurried out of his office.
Clayton joined with him in the laugh and followed him into the taxicab. He evidently had given the driver his instructions, for he made no move to do so. He remarked, as they settled back on the seat and rode away:
“I hope this won’t prove to be a wild-goose chase, Nick, after all.[Pg 33]”
“It ought not, surely,” Nick replied. “You say you know the girl to be reliable?”
“I have always found her so.”
“How old is she?”
“About thirty.”
“Old enough, then, to have sense and judgment.”
“So I think,” nodded Clayton. “That’s why I feel hopeful.”