Nick had been quietly informed as to the bank and its location, at which they arrived twenty minutes later, and into which Nancy accompanied Lady Deland, leaving the supposed chauffeur and maid in the car.
“Gee! this looks like soft walking, chief, now,” remarked Patsy, while they waited.
“Quite so,” Nick replied. “I think we shall land the goods and arrest the gang. That woman hasn’t even the ghost of a suspicion.”
Nick was right.
With crafty foresight, bent upon not arriving at the road house until just after dark, Nancy Selig directed the supposed chauffeur over a roundabout course that thus served her purpose.
It was between five and six when the light from the touring car swerved quickly from the woodland road, and the car itself ran noiselessly in toward the shed and stable back of the road house.[{40}]
“Come!” Nance said quietly, quickly alighting and addressing Lady Deland. “You two servants stay here.”
Nick Carter bowed, standing at the door he had alighted to open.
Lady Deland started to get out of the car.
Then came a crash from within the house, the thud of a fallen body, and then the fierce and furious shouts of Andy Margate, every word of which reached the detective’s ears.