Captain Brown was so relieved to know that he would not be called on as a witness to prove that Thomas Jarvis killed his son, that he was willing to do anything for anybody.
“I’ll go with you if you like,” volunteered Lampton. “Even if I can’t find Howard Milmarsh, I might get my hands on T. Burton Potter. You remember you wanted me to find him.”
“I did want you to do that,” admitted Nick. “But not now. Even if I don’t, it won’t make much difference as things have turned out. You remain here with Louden Powers. Billings, you know what to do. You too, Patsy!”
Nick Carter and Chick swung out of the dining room, with Captain Brown. No sooner were they outside than the door closed, and they heard a key click in the lock.
“Patsy and Billings are not taking any chances,” observed Chick, smiling.
“That is the only way to deal with men of that stripe, Chick. Captain, if we hurry, we can make that two train for New York.”
They just made the train, and, as Nick and his assistant sat silently side by side, while the train rushed toward the metropolis, each was occupied with his own thoughts.
“Where shall we go first?” asked Chick, as they left the train at the Grand Central and walked through the lofty concourse to Forty-second Street. “Home, I suppose?”
“Yes. We’ll go there and see what mail there is, and if anything special calls for attention. Then we’ll visit the Universal Hospital.”
“What do you suppose has become of that fellow who vanished from the house up there this morning—the man who called himself Howard Milmarsh?”