Nick was shown into the room on the left.
This room had a door opening upon the hall, and Martin locked it and put the key in his pocket.
Then he ordered the detective to hand over the skeleton key which had been of such good service several hours before.
Thinking that he now had his chauffeur just where he wanted him, Martin went into the other chamber and threw himself down on the bed with his clothes on.
Martin need not have worried about Nick taking “French leave.”
The detective was only too glad to be in the society of the supposed Chicago men, and would not leave until he had satisfied himself on one or two points.
It was about five o’clock in the morning when Nick was summoned to get up and make ready for the start.
They did not stop for breakfast, but, as Martin said, they would get something to eat at a town a little further on.
As they passed through the office, Nick saw a man seated in a chair, and apparently sound asleep.
The man was Chick, and he was not so sound asleep as he seemed to be.