Nick hastened to pick it up.
It was about two square inches of dainty lace, evidently torn from—a navy-blue veil.
Nick turned back instantly and whistled to Chick, who hastened to rejoin him.
“What is it?” he inquired, when Nick displayed his find.[Pg 19]
“The bride wore a navy-blue veil,” said he significantly.
“Oh, by Jove, that does settle it.”
“It certainly does, Chick, and it’s a pleasure to serve such a girl,” Nick said, with some enthusiasm.
“You mean——”
“Why, it’s as plain as the hole in a doughnut. She was taken away in a carriage or a motor car. She sat on one end of the seat, and she had discovered the knavery of which she was the victim.”
“Why are you so sure of it?”