“What is that?�
“Carleton Lynne has got all that money now. He doesn’t have to share any part of it with Madge Babbington. He can snap his fingers at her, and——â€�
“I see that you do not half know Madge Babbington, Chick.�
“Why not?�
“Well, if he undertook to snap his fingers at her, as you express it—if he refused to keep to any compact he may have made with her, she would pull him down into the dust, even if she crushed herself in doing it.â€�
“All the same, Nick, that chap strikes me as being a pretty cold proposition. I don’t believe you could scare him with a dynamite cartridge under his bed.�
“I’ll admit all that; but even he would think twice before he went too far in giving offense to the Babbington woman.�
They had left the house while they were talking, and walked through to Broadway, where they now boarded an uptown car, and, as there were only a few blocks to ride, they presently descended in front of the Metropolitan Opera House, and entered.
“You may go where you please, now, Chick,� said the detective, as soon as they had passed inside. “Take up your task of trailing the man again, and don’t let up a little bit. I am convinced that something will come of it after a while.�
“Possibly,� replied Chick, with a shrug of his shoulders.