“I’ll take your responsibility on my own shoulders.”
“Very well, Mr. Carter, I will do as you say.”
Nick went away.
“The young fellow had a talk with the man in the brown derby,” Chick said, as his chief walked slowly past.
“Stay here and watch,” Nick returned. “I’ll be back in an hour. You’ll recognize me. I’m going to shadow the young fellow, and if the man in the brown derby follows me you follow him.”
Nick went to police headquarters and made a few changes in his disguise.
When he came out he looked at least twenty years younger.
There was a cigar store opposite the building in which Cruse & Cupell had their assay office, and Nick stepped in there, bought a weed, and stood leaning on the counter, smoking and watching the doorway across the street.
It was five o’clock and time for Gillman to show himself.
Nick had not long to wait.