“Sure.”
“I still believe, however, that Margate is located within ten or a dozen miles, possibly half that distance. Time is too valuable for us to turn back.”
“I agree with you.”
“We already have covered more than a mile.”
Walking on more rapidly, continuing to find at intervals a scrap torn from the veil, the two detectives had covered nearly four miles at six o’clock, and then they came to a point where the road forked in two directions.[Pg 20]
“By Jove, here’s a problem,” said Chick, pausing. “Which fork shall we take? Neither road shows which our quarry took.”
“I’ll take one, you the other,” said Nick, after a moment. “We’ll follow them until one of us finds another scrap of the veil. That will guide us. Signal me with your revolver when you find a clew. I’ll do the same.”
“But suppose I find no more?” questioned Chick.
“We’ll continue the pursuit separately,” Nick replied. “We shall know that one of us is on the right road. Follow where it leads, then, and be governed by circumstances.”
“Enough said,” Chick readily assented. “That’s the best course, I guess.”