The sound of angry words now came from the room where Chick had been left in charge of the two prisoners and the women.
Nick opened the door and looked out. A heavily built man with a mustache dyed black and an evil face was shaking a huge fist at the women.
“You’ve robbed me,” he was saying, “and I now give you in charge of these officers. You saw your chance when things were getting mixed, and took every dollar from the safe. You’re nice people, you are.”
The women looked the man over scornfully and maintained a discreet silence.
The tough turned to Nick.
“I remember you,” he said. “You came into the place to-night just before the raid, and you made for this room when the row started. That man there,” pointing to Chick, “hired out as a waiter early in the evening. You are detectives, I suppose?”
“You have guessed it,” replied Chick.
“Well, I want you to arrest these women. They have robbed the safe of ten thousand dollars. I will appear against them.”
“When was this money taken?” asked Nick.
“Some time during the evening.”