"He may have run away, because he couldn't stand that horrible sight any longer, and he may have been ashamed to confess that his nerves were so weak."
"Perhaps. It doesn't matter. What is to be done to-day?"
"The only evidence I now require," said Nick, "is something to show that your brother's body was hidden in the vacant lot and brought into the garden by Jarvis."
"Why do you need that? But never mind; I will see what can be done."
They separated then, and until evening Nick saw neither Deever nor Chick.
But about six o'clock he met Chick by appointment in Deever's house. Deever himself was not present.
Chick was accompanied by a young man and a pretty young woman.
He presented them as Margaret Allen and Henry Prescott. Both lived on One Hundred and Thirty-fifth street, Prescott in a boarding-house and Margaret with her father.
By the secret sign Chick communicated his belief—founded, of course, upon investigations which he had made—that Prescott and Miss Allen were present to give true testimony.
"These two witnesses," said he, in conclusion, "will supply the only link in the chain which has been missing up to this time."