“No,” replied Chick.
They turned to move away and, in doing so, saw Lannigan watching the carriage drive off, a little way apart.
“S—sh,” warned Chick. “There’s Lannigan. He evidently warned Mrs. Ladew that her husband was waiting for her. We must follow him.”
“I’m glad of it,” said Patsy. “I was thinking one of us ought to have kept a peeper on him.”
Drawing back under the cover of a pillar, they watched to see what direction Lannigan would take.
It seemed as if he were waiting for some one, for he did not move until nearly all of those who had been attracted by the incoming train had moved away.
But others were gathered to meet another train and so neither Lannigan nor the two young detectives were conspicuous.
A moment or two later, a man hurried up and spoke to Lannigan. Lannigan greeted the man warmly and taking his arm, led him aside, talking very earnestly to him.
Whatever was said by the chief was not received pleasantly by the other, but, in the end, they walked away together, followed by Chick and Patsy.
They passed out to Filbert Street, where they stood for some little time in further conversation, when the man who had met Lannigan left him with the remark: