“Yes, I remember,” Chick nodded. “But what is he now up against? What did he tell you?”
“I did not wait to learn many of the details,” Nick replied. “He has just been arrested by a plain-clothes man and a policeman. The latter was sent to his house by Detective Phelan, who evidently had learned enough to warrant his arrest.”
“Great guns! is it possible?”
“Gordon yielded submissively, of course, and was allowed to telephone to me.”
“Was he at his home in the Bronx?”
“No. He has been living with his parents in Riverside Drive during his present political campaign. His wife and her uncle, Rudolph Strickland, are with them. It is more convenient for Gordon to be in town while making his political fight, than at his Bronx residence.”
“By Jove, this comes at a bad time for him, Nick, if there really is any serious evidence against him,” Chick said gravely.
“A bad time, indeed.”
“We are almost on the eve of election. Gordon has put up a splendid fight against Madison, his Congressional opponent on the Democratic ticket. His election, though the possibility was ridiculed at first, now is conceded in many quarters, and it looks to me like a cinch—unless this affair turns the tide of public opinion,” Chick added, more seriously.
“That suggests something,” Nick replied.