“Not that I know of. The name means nothing, suggests nothing, to me; but a name is of no importance.”
“No; the woman may have had a dozen names.”
“Well, Chick, I am going to look up that woman. The very circumstance of her being so decidedly in the background just now, when Jimmy was trying to marry that little Remsen girl, assures me that Juno was as deeply concerned in the plot, as Jimmy. If she was as deep in the mud as he was in the mire of it, it follows as naturally as two-plus-two, that Juno not only knew Jimmy before she married him, but that she had lived the same sort of life as he had. I’m going after that woman.”
“At once?”
“Yes. I’m going to leave Jimmy severely alone and trace the woman; but, first, I’ve got to see her; to have a look at her; to make a sketch of her face.”
“What am I to do in the case, Nick?”
“I’m going to give you the part that is really most difficult, because it will be less likely to be productive of results,” replied the detective.
“Well?”
“I’m going to send you out on Jimmy’s track. I want you to start at the island.”
Chick nodded.