“True.”
“That is further confirmed by the fact that the desk was broken open by her assailants, who probably could not find the key. If the murder of Tilly Lancey was their only object, they would not have broken open the desk.”
“True again,” Chick nodded.
“There was a package of compromising letters, then, and they now are in the hands of the woman’s assassins—barring one very possible contingency.”
“What is that?”
“That the man who wrote them, whose reputation they evidently involved, was back of the whole job in order to get the letters, and to incriminate Arthur Gordon as to insure his defeat in the coming election. He now may have the letters.”
“Jack Madison,” said Chick.
“Yes.”
“It seems incredible that he——”
“Oh, I anticipate your objection,” Nick interrupted. “But as I told you this morning, Chick, men with political ambitions, some men, I mean, are capable of any degree of knavery.”