“Good heavens!” exclaimed the president, suddenly. “It can’t be possible you suspect this man of—of——”
The president paused.
“It is immaterial to you whom I suspect, Mr. Hepner,” said Nick, coolly, “so long as I run down the thieves.”
“Of course, of course! But you’re far afield, Mr. Nicholas, if that is the point you are driving at.”
“Which is your opinion,” commented Nick. “What makes you think that Mr. Leonard Martin and his party are liable to be in Latimer for a few days?”
“Because their chauffeur is sick and the Red Spider cannot proceed without a man to run it.”
“The auto is named the Red Spider?”
“Yes.”
“Where is Mr. Martin staying?”
“At the Central House.”