The boy nodded and turned away.
“And now,” thought Nick, as he walked toward the hotel, “I’ve got the biggest scheme of all to face in the morning.”
CHAPTER VII.
A FOOT RACE.
“There’s something mysterious going on.”
Martin was the speaker, and Amos was listening, all attention.
“Anything new?”
“Why, there’s rumors around the stables of strange happenings last night, but no one seems to know anything definite.”
“In what way?”
“That’s what I can’t find out. People were seen to pass out late in the night and drive hurriedly away in a carriage.”
“Nobody knows who they were?”