“That’s true,” Chick nodded. “I see the point. But why did you conceal your suspicions from Dorson?”
“Because nothing could be gained by revealing them.”
“That’s true, also. Wouldn’t it be well to shadow him, in case he——”
“Not at present,” Carter interrupted. “He will make no immediate move. All that he said was, plainly enough, designed to avert suspicion from himself, and he will continue to conduct himself along the same line for a time. We may get him later.”
“But what are your plans? Where are you going?” Chick impatiently questioned. “Great Scott! we must get on the track of those pearls.”
“I’m on their track, all right,” his chief said grimly. “More surely on their track than at any stage of the game. I told Mrs. Thurlow that I would return them to her to-morrow evening.”
“Is that so?” Chick gazed at him, surprised. “Wasn’t that a rather chesty prediction?”
“Quite so, Chick, but, having got the worst of it, I had to keep her quiet till I could get the best of it.”
“There’s something in that.”
“Besides, I expect to have recovered them by that time.”