Nick handed the anonymous note that had reached him in that morning’s mail to Chick, asking:
“What’s your idea about that, Chick?”
Chick read the note carefully, and said:
“No name. It’s queer. I hardly know what to say about it. Yet, I think I’d act on it.”
“As a matter of prudence?” asked Nick. “When does this wedding take place?”
“At noon to-day.”
Nick looked at his watch.
“It is nine now,” he said. “There is plenty of time to take measures, if such are necessary. I wonder where Sanborn is at this time?”
“At his house, probably, on such a day,” replied Chick.
“Probably.”