Presently Nick beckoned him, and, as he approached, said:
“Perhaps Patsy can tell us something. Mr. Sanborn, this is one of my valued aids, Patsy Murphy.”
Mr. Sanborn, extending his hand, took that of Patsy’s, and the young detective felt that it was trembling with agitation.
“Patsy,” said Nick, “the bridegroom has mysteriously disappeared. The house has been searched and he cannot be found. Did you see him pass out of the door you were guarding?”
“No,” replied Patsy, “he did not pass out of that door.”
“Nor did he go out through the door that Chick was guarding,” said Nick.
“Say,” said Patsy, “who made the search of the house?”
“Some of Mr. Sanborn’s people,” replied Nick, “and a nephew of Mr. Sanborn.”
“Say, chief,” said Patsy, “I saw something. Where is Mr. Ellison’s valet?”
“What was it you saw?” asked Nick.