“But you don’t want us to give the check?”
“Yes, I do. You will delay that part of it until after the banks have closed. I’ll promise that it will never be cashed.”
“Do you object to telling me more about the case than I already know?”
“Not at all. Listen.”
Nick remained in earnest conversation with the president for nearly an hour. The two men then parted on the best of terms.
Half an hour later he was on his way to Philadelphia.
He went straight from the Broad Street Station to the office of the chief of police, with whom he was closeted for twenty minutes.
When he left the chief’s office, the latter was with him.
The two men took a carriage and were driven to No. 1871 ——th Street, where Madame Reclaire had her rooms.
Nick knocked, while the chief of police stood at his back.