“To find out what we were up to; and he found out, too.”
“I don’t know about that,” said Gilmore, lifting a piece of paper from the floor as he spoke.
The paper was the missing plan, which the intruder had undoubtedly dropped in the scuffle.
“So the electric-drill scheme is safe for the present, at least,” said Parks, “but there is no knowing how long it will remain so, for the man just in here was Chick, Nick Carter’s assistant.”
“Then you make a skip,” said Geary, “and don’t come here again. We can communicate by letter.”
Parks did not move, but stood pointing toward the now open door.
CHAPTER XII.
“ONE OF THE BOYS.”
“Hello! What’s up, now?”
Nick Carter, sitting in his room, at the Windsor Hotel, on Dearborn Street, looked up with a smile, as Chick rushed into the room and hastened to the window.
“Nothing special.”