“Then the woman who killed Townsend did not occupy that room back there?”
“I think not.”
“Hair is different, eh?”
“That’s the idea.”
“Well, there’s the chief of the syndicate. We know he exists, but how are we to get to him?”
“They will all come in a bunch, like sheep,” said Nick, “and the Great Diamond Syndicate will be wiped off the continent.”
“You’ve got me guessing,” said Chick.
At noon the two detectives found themselves at Maynard’s bedside.
He was unconscious, and talking wildly.