The man whom Harrigan had selected was Chick.
It was evident that the cabman was going upon pure guess-work. Being sharply questioned, he confessed that he had no idea how his "fare" of the previous night looked.
"I'll give it to youse dead straight," said he, at last; "I don't know whether the mug was white or black. Say, he might have been a Chinee."
"I believe that fellow is faking," said the sergeant to Nick, as Harrigan left the room.
"No; he's straight enough, I guess," said Nick. "He's not the sort of man who would have been let into a game of this kind."
Nick then proceeded to question the prisoner in the presence of Chick and the superintendent.
His answers were straightforward enough, but they threw little light upon the affair.
The only subject which he refused to discuss was the whereabouts of his wife. When questioned about her, he invariably declined to speak.
"She's gone on a little pleasure trip," he said, "and I want her to enjoy it. This affair will be all over when she gets back. She'll never hear of it, where she is, and that's as it should be."
Nick returned to his house, where he was informed that a visitor was waiting for him.