“That was suspicious.”
“But now comes the most surprising part of my discoveries. Last evening those two men came back.”
“Here to the hotel?”
“Yes. The man with the sandy beard was on the box—was driving a spanking pair of horses, to a fine-looking carriage. The other fellow rode inside.
“The latter, without getting out, called the bell boy to the carriage, and sent a note up to Miss Templin. Ten minutes later, the young lady came down, equipped as if for a call, went out, was helped into the carriage and was driven away. That was the last of her, the carriage or her two companions.”
“Can you describe the person who came to the hotel and took her away—the man who rode with her, inside?”
“Like a book.”
And the hotel detective gave Nick a minute description of the man.
“Thank you very much,” said Nick, as he started toward the street.
“Nothing seriously wrong with your friend, I hope?” called the detective.