“True,” Inspector Mallory admitted, laughing. “Have you seen the girl since then?”
“No.”
“How old is she?”
“Not much over twenty,” said Nick. “Her name is Nancy Nordeck, though I guess she uses an alias most of the time.”
“Yes, no doubt,” Mallory dryly allowed.
“She looked very seedy, as well as I could judge through the car window,” Nick added. “This savings-bank break may replenish her purse, however, and put Jim Nordeck in funds. If his pals don’t bunco him, he ought to be well heeled for some little time—unless some of your men succeed in rounding up this gang. I infer that there is no immediate prospect of it.”
“No, I am sorry to say,” Inspector Mallory admitted.
“I see that the bank directors have offered a reward of ten thousand dollars for the recovery of the plunder.”
“Yes. They can well afford to pay that for it.”
“And then some,” put in Chick pointedly. “I doubt that any of the gang who did that job will squeal, however, for it smacks of crooks who keep their traps closed under any and all circumstances. If they——”