“More than suspect,” Nick replied. “You are carrying a money package of sixty thousand dollars, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Mr. Carter, I am.”
“Where is it?”
“Locked in the safe, sir, of course.”
“Very good,” Nick nodded. “It will be up to you and me, Cady, to prevent a bunch of bandits from removing it from the safe. Not only to prevent them, Cady, but also to corner and arrest them. Are you game for such an undertaking?”
Cady continued to look Nick straight in the eye.
“Game, sir!” he exclaimed. “You bet I’m game. If they get that money, Mr. Carter, they’ll get it over my dead body. But why do you suspect anything of the kind?”
Nick briefly informed him, and the bearded face of the express-car man took on a more serious expression.
“So you got wise to all that from the two telegrams?” he said inquiringly.
“Exactly,” Nick nodded.