“It’s a cinch,” thought Nick, “that not one of this outfit of supposed Chicago men knows anything about Chicago.
“And another thing, Martin never had the Red Spider for two years, or he’d know how to run it.
“But what did the Chicago chief of police mean by that message he sent to the police department in Latimer?”
Nick was exceedingly thoughtful for a few moments.
“I’d like to pinch the entire outfit, and make them prove that they’re what they say they are,” he said to himself, finally, and gave a look down the road, as though he would summon Chick and Patsy.
But Chick and Patsy were not in sight.
If Nick could have known what Martin and his two friends were talking about in the hotel, however, it is safe to assume that he would have made the effort of his life to arrest the three men before they had gone another mile further.
“I don’t like the looks of that driver of yours, Clancy,” one of Martin’s pals was saying.
“He’s all right, I tell you, Spark,” averred Clancy. “Didn’t I spot him while trying to sneak a wallet in my room? I’ve got the fellow right under my thumb, and he knows it.”
“He looks to me as though he’s playing a part. Don’t you think so, Cricket?”