“Don’t do that,” advised Nick calmly. “It annoys me.”
“I’ll do what I please. I don’t know who you are, but I know you are not Prince Marcos!”
“Well? And then?”
“You have helped him to escape. Now escape yourself—if you can!”
As Solado shouted this last sentence, he jumped up and flung himself out of the door.
It closed with a bang, and Nick heard the lock turn.
CHAPTER X.
CHICK REPORTS PROGRESS.
For five minutes after the departure of the infuriated Don Solado, the detective remained in his seat, smoking and pondering.
He might have got to the door before Solado if he had tried, and for a fleeting moment he had some such idea. Then he decided that it would have been premature, and might have interfered with a plan he had been forming during the latter part of the interview.
“If they go after Marcos at once, they may catch him,” he thought. “It isn’t likely but they might. Let them stew over it a while.”