“Only a couple of minutes, sir. The dick seemed to see he was in wrong and he let me go.”
“Describe him,” said Nick.
“He looked all right, sir, as far as that goes,” said the truckman. “He’s a medium-built man, kind of pale, but with dark hair and a beard. He——”
“That’s all, McLauren,” Nick interrupted. “Send in Frank Gilbert when you go out. Wait until I have finished with him and I will give you further instructions.”
“I hope you don’t think, sir, that I——”
“I know that you had no hand in the robbery,” Nick again cut in, anticipating what the other was about to say. “Do what I have directed and say nothing about my inquiries.”
“I will not, sir,” McLauren assured him, with a look of relief as he turned and left the room.
“By Jove, this looks as if——” Chick began.
He quickly checked himself, however, when the chauffeur, who had been waiting in the hall, entered and closed the door.
He was a tall, clean-cut man in the twenties, with a frank face and clear blue eyes, that met with convincing gaze the somewhat searching scrutiny of the detective.