“I think you are right about that, Chick,� Nick Carter interposed.
“Then,� Chick went on, “she had it all fixed up to marry Thomas Lynne, the murderer of Cephas and Edythe. She’d have done that, too, if Nick hadn’t found those tracks in the snow in front of the gate at Pleasantglades.�
“Uh huh!� commented Patsy again.
“The next on the carpet is Mr. Henry Carroll.�
“There isn’t any proof that she tried to marry him.�
“I think,� Chick replied, “that the proof of it exists in the fact that Carroll learned to fear her as well as to love and hate her at the same time; that he tried to shoot her at the time he killed her two women companions at the Creotoria, and that now he is only awaiting the day of execution to pay the penalty for it all.�
“Uh huh!� said Patsy once more.
“When, by keeping still and playing on the quiet he might still be living the part of Carleton Lynne, and enjoying all the millions.�
“Not much he wouldn’t,� said Patsy, waking up. “Didn’t I find the real Carleton Lynne out there in Idaho?�
“Yes; but you’d had a fine time proving his identity, wouldn’t you, if Carroll had kept still and hung on? He had the documentary evidence and the photographs. He had possession, which is said to be nine points in the law.�