He would restore the watch to its owner when he found out who was supposed to have stolen it.
His busy brain had enabled him to see that there was an intrigue of some kind in which the three men and this girl who had interested himself so much were concerned, and he felt that the watch was perhaps the key to it.
At all events, he would not give it up until he knew what the attack upon the Mexican at the ball really meant.
When he stepped into his own house he was met in the hall by his assistant, Chick.
“Say, chief, there’s a girl in the library.”
“A girl? What kind?”
“A peach,” replied Chick enthusiastically. “She wants to see you.”
“Did she give her name?”
“No. She said you would know her when you saw her. But she was determined to wait till you got back.”
“Must be something important,” remarked Nick, as he went upstairs.