“Are you going to the room from which the jar fell?” asked the assistant.
“Right now,” was the reply. “We may be able to get some sort of information from the people of the building.”
“The Great Diamond Syndicate may have gotten ahead of us,” said Chick. “Say, but that must be a hot concern. They burn houses and try to knock out whoever gets in their way. I wonder if anything will eventually happen to that smart chambermaid?”
CHAPTER XVIII.
BY THE HAND OF A WOMAN.
The detectives approached the building from the opposite side of the street, keeping their eyes on the third-story windows. The officer saw them, and approached.
“I thought you’d come back,” he said. “It’s a case worth looking up. I could get no satisfaction up there. Had to return to my beat too quick.”
“Did you see the jar fall?” asked Nick.
“I did not,” was the reply, “but a woman who was passing said it was thrown from the second window on the right of the entrance, third floor. She said she saw a head and an arm out of the window as the jar fell.”