“A job not only to get the Madison letters, but also to do it in such a way to fix the crime upon Gordon and defeat him in the coming election.”
“Humph!” grunted Phelan.
“Could you find any evidence, Chick, that others were here last night?” Nick paused and inquired.
“Not an atom, Nick.[Pg 16]”
“You searched——”
“Everywhere,” Chick interrupted. “The only window tampered with is that through which Gilroy entered this morning. There is not a sign of anything more. If others were here, they must have been admitted by the woman herself or——”
“Stop a moment,” Nick cut in. “Here is a partly written letter addressed to a woman named Cora, merely an invitation to dine.”
“That’s Cora Cavendish,” said Phelan. “She has been Tilly Lancey’s running mate for a year. She’s a bird of the same feather.”
“Where does she live?” asked Chick.
“She has apartments in the Nordeck, in Forty-fourth Street. She’s a fly jade, if ever there was one.”