“Surest thing you know,” said Patsy.
“That is why he waited until after dark before calling here,” Nick added. “He then could turn the trick without being seen. Come, we’ll go home. We can accomplish no more until to-morrow.”
“But what can we then accomplish?” questioned Patsy. “We seem to have no clew to the identity of the rascals, nor any thread worth following up.”
“I’m not so sure of that,” Nick replied. “We’ll consider it later.”
It was three o’clock when they arrived home, and they found Chick waiting for them in the library, with a cigar in his mouth and his heels elevated to the edge of the table.
“Well, we don’t get much beauty sleep to-night,” he remarked, with a laugh, when Nick and Patsy entered.
“You don’t need any,” said Patsy dryly.
“So my mirror tells me,” replied Chick, laughing again. “What more have you learned, Nick?”
Nick informed him of the results of his hurried visit to Brooklyn.
“By Jove, it’s a curious case,” Chick then declared. “The job certainly was well planned and very neatly executed. But what’s the big idea? Who is out after Waldmere? With what object, Nick, and who are the culprits?”