Nick Carter nodded approvingly.
“That is as certain as that he stole that suit case,” he declared. “It is possible that we pass him several times a day without knowing him.”
“Oh, chief! Come off!” exclaimed Patsy. “That couldn’t be. I never saw the make-up that would fool you.”
“That’s because you don’t know,” rejoined Nick Carter. “Don’t think you or I know it all, Patsy. The men who do things are those who think they may still learn. What you all need now is a little rest.”
“That’s so!” yawned Chick. “We are about all in, it seems to me. Still, if there is anything we can do, we ought not to waste time resting.”
Nick Carter smiled and slapped Chick on the back, in appreciation of his pluck, as he answered:
“Go to bed, Chick. And you, Patsy. It won’t be dark for another hour. But you are so tired that you need not wait for that.”
“And what about yourself?” asked Patsy. “Are you going to sit up?”
“Indeed I’m not,” was the quick reply. “I’m going to tumble into this bed as soon as you get out.”
“There doesn’t seem anything for me to do to-night, either,” remarked Paul Clayton. “But I do not feel as if I ought to sleep until I have got back the Stephen Reed jewelry.”