“Rats! How are you to be caught? Who would suspect you, Angel Face? Only a clairvoyant would ever guess that you had a hand in it.”
“I’m not so sure.”
“Tell me all about it,” said Vera, who evidently had a powerful influence over the girl. “That’s why I wanted you to meet me here to-night. Tell me the whole business, all that took place to-day in the house. I’ll see that nothing happens to you, Angel Face.”
“You’ll have all you can do, you jade, to look out for yourself,” thought Chick, a bit grimly.
Yielding to the woman’s persuasive tongue, Minerva then proceeded to state all that had transpired that morning in the Waldmere residence, in so far as she knew and had been able to determine what it signified.
Vera Vantoon listened with knit brows and drawn lips, slipping in a question now and then, but for most part quietly absorbing all that the misguided girl imparted.
“Humph!” she grunted contemptuously, after the girl had finished. “So Nick Carter is on the case, is he?”
“That is the name of the man who questioned me,” nodded Minerva.
“Well, we expected it,” sneered Vera. “He’ll get fat on this case.”
“I’m afraid of him, Vera.”