“Yes, with the chauffeur,” replied Nick. “She would have had less opportunity than the other. Her name is Verona Warren, but I did not inquire further concerning her. If Garland were to feel that I really suspect her, he might inadvertently betray the fact to her, even though cautioned against it, which would serve to put her on her guard.”
“Surely.”
“We will look up both of them a little later and see what we can learn about them,” Nick added. “It was early evening, mind you, and such a trick could be much more easily turned in the dark than in daylight. That is another reason for my thinking that then is when it was done.”
“You are right, too, I reckon,” Chick allowed. “It seems almost incredible, nevertheless.”
Nick did not reply to the last. He arose and went to the bathroom to remove his disguise and make a change of clothing.
Chick lit a cigar and fell to pondering upon the case, the extraordinary gravity of which gave it special interest.
Patsy Garvan took a chair near one of the windows and resumed his perusal of a newspaper. He had been reading only a few minutes, when, looking up, he said abruptly:
“Gee! here’s a curious case, Chick.”
“Case of what?” Chick tersely questioned. “Not a case of beer, I hope.”
“No, nothing like that,” grinned Patsy. “A case of assault. Listen. I will read it to you.[{12}]”