“Come in here and tell me about it,” he said.
“Oh, you have thawed out, have you?” said the young man. “Well, I don’t know much about the case. The girl had been out during the night, I take it. Anyway, there was a row, and the girl was stabbed. The people of the tenement declare they had a row over diamonds, or something of that sort. I’m going back there right now. Want to come with me?”
“It may have some connection with this case,” whispered Maynard to the detective. “Diamonds in the case, you know.”
“I was just thinking of that,” said Nick, “but I am not entirely satisfied that this young man is just what he pretends to be.”
“I might go back with him and find out,” suggested Maynard.
For a moment Nick made no reply.
CHAPTER XIII.
INTO THE TRAP.
“No,” said the detective presently, “I think I’d better go myself, though it may be a trap. Hold these people here while I slip down to the phone.”