“Not much.”
“Think not, eh?”
“I know it,” Chick declared confidently. “Before you could do that, Garland, the entire police force will be in search of me. They’ll find me, too.”
“Why do you think so?”
“Because your running mate in the game you have been playing will throw up his hands and squeal,” Chick asserted. “He probably is under arrest by this time.”
“By whom?” Garland demanded incredulously.
“By Nick Carter.”
“I guess not. What do you mean by the game we’ve been playing?”
“Nick knows. He suspected it from the first.”
“Knows what?”