Belden was quick-witted, and he immediately nodded and smiled.
“I will explain presently,” Nick continued. “We’ll wait until we are under cover. It’s barely possible that we are observed. You work in the telegraph office, don’t you?”
“Yes. I’m assistant manager.”
“Got a private office?”
“Yes. I receive and send most of the important dispatches.”
“Good enough. I’m going with you to your office. Carry yourself as if it was nothing unusual. Fine day overhead, isn’t it?”
“Yes, great,” laughed Belden, gazing up. “This way. We’ll cross here.”
Nick accompanied him across the street into the building. Not until they were seated in his private office, however, did the detective refer to the matter actuating him.
“I was in the adjoining booth while you and your friend Gordon were discussing a telegram received here this morning,” Nick then explained. “I wish to talk with you about it.”
“For what reason?” questioned Belden, more sharply regarding him. “Have you any authority in the matter?”