“I haven’t made any headway yet,” Chick announced, without any preliminaries. “I located the car late this afternoon, but there I came to a dead stop.”
“Never mind about that,” Nick said quickly. “It doesn’t matter in the least. I can lay my hands on Green-eye Gordon at any moment.”
“The deuce you can!” ejaculated Chick. “Then I should certainly say you don’t need me—for the sort of legwork I’ve been doing to-day, at any rate.”
“What about my double, though?” Nick put in swiftly, without giving Chick time to ask any questions. “Is he still at the house, and if so, what has he been doing?”
“He’s there, all right. He’s been writing letters in the bedroom. He declined to use the study.”
“Ah!” Nick murmured, in a peculiar tone. “Letters, eh? Has he mailed them?”
“No. I offered to do it for him a little while ago, but he said he would be going out himself later on.”
Nick thought over this information for a minute or two, while his assistant watched him questioningly.
“Did you happen to see any of the letters?” Nick inquired at length, rousing himself from his abstraction. “I mean, could you tell whether they were stamped or not?”
His assistant nodded. “I got a squint at a little pile of them,” he admitted. “The top one was stamped, but I could not say as to the rest.”