“Do you often tog up like that?”
“Not often; that’s something I leave to my under-strappers. But in this instance, as only Jerome and I know your make-up, and Jerome can’t be spared, I decided to help you out.”
“How did you know I was here?”
“Saw you come out of the hotel, and followed along on a bike that stood at the curb.”
“Bully for you, chief!” exclaimed Nick. “That answer from Chicago got around in short order.”
“It had the right of way, and they must have known all about this Leonard Martin at headquarters.”
“What of him?”
“The Chicago chief says that he’s one of the shining lights of the bar, in that place, and that some time ago he started to tour New England in his auto, the Red Spider, with three friends. The party, at this time, is believed to be somewhere in Vermont.”
“That all?”
“Isn’t it enough?”