"Follow him," said Nick. "Bring him back here in about half an hour."
Patsy darted away in pursuit of the cab.
Nick walked up to the door of Gaspard's house and rang the bell.
He was directed to the Frenchman's room.
Gaspard was examining the two trunks. He looked very much embarrassed at the sight of Nick.
"What's all this, Gaspard?" asked the detective. "I hear you're going back to France."
"I? Oh, no. New York suits me much better."
"But what are these trunks doing here?"
Gaspard looked particularly foolish.
"They are the property of a friend—a lady. To tell the truth, I hope to marry her. A charming girl, monsieur; and innocent as a dove."