“You must be Nick Carter.”
“You’re quite right, Lannigan,” replied Nick, with a smile. “Where are those papers?”
“They’re not here,” replied Lannigan, “and you’re vastly mistaken if you think I will tell you where they are.”
“Roll him over, Chick,” said Patsy.
The two rolled Lannigan over to the other side of the bed, and Patsy, thrusting his hand under the sheet, pulled out a flat bundle of papers he had felt when they had thrown Lannigan on the bed.
He handed them over to Nick, who laughed as he said:
“Here they are.”
But Lannigan swore like a trooper.
Nick looked them over carefully, comparing them with the list Mr. Herron had given him, and said:
“The drawings are all here except one.”