Busby listened without interrupting, also the woman, and Margate quickly informed them of the interview between Nick Carter and Clayton.
“That’s all,” he said, in conclusion. “It’s enough, too, but it don’t break the camel’s back. Not by a long chalk.”
“Enough is right, Dave,” Busby now said grimly. “He suspects you, or he would not have questioned Clayton about you.”
“Nor have made that crack about Clayton’s illness coming on soon after he employed me.”
“Do you think he suspects your game?”
“No, not for a moment,” Margate asserted confidently. “How can he suspect it, Busby, supposing me to be dead?”
“That’s true. Nor that Dunbar threw up his job in order that you might slip in there?”
“Carter does not dream of that.”
“He soon will, all right, and something more than dream of it,” thought Patsy, elated by the important discoveries he was making.
“Nor does he suspect that Mattie Dryden is in love with me and obeying my every command,” Margate forcibly added. “It has simplified matters, my having the nurse under my thumb and willing to go the limit for my sake. I doubt that I could have found opportunities to secretly drug the old woman and keep her tongue-tied until we can pull off our deeper game. It’s dead easy for Mattie to do, however, without incurring suspicion.”