“I’ve got you,” said Chick. “Leave it to me.”
“Aren’t you overlooking one point, chief?” questioned Patsy, who had been listening to the foregoing.
“What point is that, Patsy?”
“The crooks may have learned from the costumer, or from one of his clerks, what costume Mrs. Waldmere intended wearing.”
“I have thought of that, but it is quite improbable,” said Nick. “They would not have known, to begin with, that Mrs. Waldmere had any intention of hiring a costume from Perrot. Furthermore, costumers of his high standing do not betray their patrons, and crooks know it and would have sought elsewhere for the desired information.”
“Gee! I guess you’re right, chief, after all.”
“I think my other suspicion is the correct one.”
“I’ll run over to Brooklyn, then, at once,” said Chick.
“Do so,” Nick replied, rising. “I’ll pay Perrot a in the meantime and see what I can learn from him. The costume worn by Mrs. Waldmere must have been previously seen by the duplicate Night, whoever she was, or she could not have duplicated it. We’ll look into that. You may go with me, Patsy.”