“That’s right, Carter, after all,” declared Margate, with face lighting. “She must have gone that way.”
“It’s that way for us, therefore,” said Nick, while they walked rapidly through the rear grounds, quickly reaching the deserted street. “Danny now can go one way, Garside, while we go the other.”
“Let him go to the right, then, while we seek her in this direction,” Margate quickly suggested, pointing in the direction of the Busby place, less than an eighth of a mile away.
Nick consented without a moment’s hesitation.
“Come on, then,” said he. “That way for you, Danny.”
Danny hurried away in the direction indicated.
“I’m deucedly sorry for this one reason, Garside, at least,” Nick gravely remarked, as they hastened through the narrow street.
“What reason is that, Mr. Carter?” Margate inquired, with a covert leer.
“Because I had a Philadelphia specialist coming here this morning to diagnose Madame Clayton’s illness.”
“Is that so?”