“I agree with you, Nick, to that extent.”
“And that leads me to think it may be a frame-up, that some one is out to turn him down. I want his side of the story. I will return within an hour.”
“We’ll wait,” nodded Phelan.
“In the meantime, Chick, have a look at the back door and windows, also those in the basement, as well as the basement stairs,” Nick then directed. “Seek evidence, aside from that left by Gilroy, denoting that others were here last night and that the flat was stealthily entered.”
“I understand,” said Chick, removing his overcoat. “You go ahead and see Gordon. I’ll make sure that nothing is tampered with before you return.”
Nick hastened out by the way he had entered.
The reporter, Hawley, still was waiting in the vestibule.
“Well, Mr. Carter, what may I——” he began eagerly.
“Nothing doing,” Nick interrupted, pausing only for a moment. “The less you publish at present, the better I shall like it.”
“You mean——”