He did not tell that smiling individual that fog was just what he wanted, although, if he had, he would have been telling the exact truth.
“Do you see that barn over there, Patsy?” he asked, when they were well among the reeds and rushes. “It’s a big one, over to the right.”
“An ice house, isn’t it?” was Patsy’s response.
“It was at one time, but it hasn’t been used for that purpose lately. Do you see some smoke coming from the chimney at this end?”
“By jing! I do! Is there somebody living in there!”
“I should say so, if there is a fire in the place. If I am not much mistaken, we shall find certain gentlemen in that building who know me. They may know you, too. That I am not so sure about.”
“Do you mean that you think Chick is in there?” asked Patsy, who had been turning things over in his mind. “Is that the idea?”
“I don’t know about that. But I do think there may be somebody in the place that I want to find. Of course, I want to find Chick. But I do not fear that he is in trouble. The person I am after is called Prince Marcos——”
“What? Is it that Marcos case we’re on?” broke in Patsy. “I thought he’d gone back to his own country, wherever it is. You said so a few days ago. At least, you said he was going.”
“That was a week ago,” Nick Carter reminded him. “Before I had anything to do with the case. Now I know better. He is in New York, somewhere, and I have to find him.”