It was almost on the very hour that they saw a hearse approaching. As it turned the corner the horses were whipped up suddenly and they dashed through the gates, which were closed immediately after the hearse passed through.
“Oho!” exclaimed Chick. “Now, what is the meaning of that?”
“A part of your undertakers’ work to-day,” said Nick. “But what of it? What scheme is this?”
“Nick,” said Chick, earnestly, “do you think they could have killed Ellison?”
“And brought his body all the way over to Philadelphia?” said Nick. “That is hardly possible.”
They stole up the street to a point opposite the gates.
From that point, however, they could see nothing.
A tree was immediately opposite the courtyard on the side of the street on which they stood.
“Give me a back,” said Chick, in a whisper. “I’ll climb up and see if I can look over the fence.”
Nick made a back for Chick, and in a moment Chick was up in the branches overlooking the fence.