Chick Carter made no move to prevent the departure of this London crook, nor to follow him. He remained seated in the darkness of the opposite suite, with the door still ajar and his gaze fixed upon that directly across the corridor.
Nine o’clock came and with it came Mr. Pimlico.
There could be no mistaking the man Baldy Gammon had described, with his silvery-gray hair and flowing beard, giving him the appearance of a man of seventy.
Chick heard him coming and saw Chadwick open the door in response to the signal knock. He surveyed the man a bit sharply, saying tersely:
“Well, sir?”
“My name is Pimlico,” said the other.
“Ah! Come in.”
The door closed behind the couple and Chick Carter seized the dictograph receiver.
Sir Edward Chadwick took a chair near the table, his visitor one directly opposite, saying, while he sat down:
“Gammon brought me word that you wish to see me.”