“That he’s in bad, most likely, as well as Nancy Nordeck.”
“I don’t quite get you.”
“Suppose I am right,” said Nick. “Suppose this theory is correct. It’s a copper-riveted cinch, Chick, in that case, that the gang that committed the burglary has been stealthily watching Nancy Nordeck and——”
“By thunder, I see the point!” cried Chick, more gravely. “You think they have got both her and Maybrick, and also have landed the plunder.”
“It certainly looks so. Furthermore—wait! There’s my telephone bell. We may hear from Patsy.”
Nick turned quickly to his desk and took up the instrument.
“Hello!” he said quietly.
No answer.
He called again a bit louder:
“Hello! hello!”