“I will take one of my assistants along, also, and get you to take us out there,” Nick added.
“I will gladly do so, Mr. Carter.”
“Very good. You probably know Mr. Maybrick’s number. Talk with Mrs. Soule as I have directed.”
Miss Farley hastened to obey, quickly obtaining only negative information from the anxious housekeeper.
The Reverend Austin Maybrick had not returned.
Nick Carter rang for Joseph and sent for Patsy Garvan, his junior assistant.
Five minutes later, in company with Miss Farley and her chauffeur, they were speeding toward Westchester County and the home of the missing rector.
CHAPTER III.
UNEXPECTED CLEWS.
It was early afternoon when Nick Carter and Patsy arrived in the aristocratic suburb in which Harriet Farley dwelt, and nearly under the towering walls of St. Lawrence’s Church. Nick directed the chauffeur to stop, however, nearly a hundred yards from the sacred edifice.
“You must drop us here, Miss Farley, and return home,” said he. “I will take your telephone number and talk with you later.”