“Are we going back to New York to-day?” asked Chick.
“Yes. There is nothing to be done here. Until we can bring the poor fellow in the Universal to his senses, I don’t see much hope of coming to a decision. And that may never be, according to one of the nurses who has been watching the patient.”
“Doctor Grayson doesn’t say so, does he?”
“The doctor is away from the city, unfortunately. He has been called to attend a wealthy and influential patient of his in Chicago. But he’ll be in New York to-morrow, I’m told, and then I may obtain some dependable information.”
But the detective and Chick did not go to New York that day. Circumstances arose to prevent them of a nature that neither had anticipated.
They were still in the room in which they had breakfasted and had their interview with Thomas Jarvis, when Captain Brown, after a hasty knock, burst into the room with excitement flaming out all over him.
“Carter! What do you think?”
“I don’t know. What is it?”
“They’re here!” spluttered the captain.
“Who? What’s the trouble?”