“Look here!”
Spark leaned over Nick and tore the false mustache from his lip.
“Now what do you think? This sneak thief of yours, Clancy, has been in disguise!”
Clancy voiced a lurid oath.
“I wish I knew Carter’s assistants,” he added, with a fierce growl; “but I don’t even know Carter himself, except from description.”
“Are you sure we got Carter at the hotel?” queried Cricket.
“Nicholas is the name he uses, now and then, and we know he took that bank robbery case. You followed him from the Holland Hotel to the Central House, Cricket, and ought to know him, if anybody does.”
“Nicholas was disguised,” said Cricket, “and I couldn’t tell what he looked like with the disguise off. But he didn’t look anything like this fellow.”
“This chap is trying to plug our game, anyhow,” said Clancy, a savage gleam in his eyes, “and right here is our chance to get rid of him. Bring out a couple of ropes, Cricket.”
Cricket fumbled around in the bottom of the auto, and finally found a piece of rope, which he cut in two.