Patsy hastened out on his errand, and in about half an hour returned with the information that Andrew Lampton had gone to the country, but that no one knew what was his destination.
“That will do, Patsy. You will have to remain on watch here for a few days. Chick and I are going out to the Old Pike Inn on the midnight train.”
“There’s a train two hours earlier than the ‘Owl,’” suggested Patsy.
“I know that,” was Nick’s reply. “But I do not care to reach there while many people are about.”
“I see,” said Patsy with a grin. “You want to sneak in on rubbers.”
CHAPTER XXIII.
WHICH WAS WHICH?
At eight o’clock the next morning the chief and Chick faced each other across a well-served breakfast in a private dining room in the Old Pike Inn, while Captain Brown, the proprietor, smiled on them from a chair at the window.
“Well, of course, Carter,” went on Brown, who had been speaking, “we can’t tell much about this Howard Milmarsh. I used to see him down here at the Inn pretty often, and I thought I knew him. He has changed a little in the few years he has been away. But the features are the same, of course, and his size and shape have not much altered. In fact, I thought he would have grown heavier than he has.”
“Does he come down to the Inn now?”