“Trust me for that.”
It was three o’clock when Patsy returned, and his report was still further convincing.
He had found marks of blood on the river wall and in the near street.
Two near residents, moreover, had heard a motor car stop there just before midnight, but had supposed only that some person was returning home.
Nick heard this report without any comments. It was not much different from what he was expecting.
Chick Carter had returned from Brooklyn, in the meantime, and was discussing his call on Mrs. Ringold when Patsy entered. He now resumed it with Nick, saying quite earnestly:
“They employ only four servants. One is a chauffeur, but he is married and has a home of his own.”
“He’s out of it, then,” said Nick. “Who are the others?”
“A housekeeper of nearly sixty, who has been there several years.”
“It’s safe to drop her, also.”