“I did not. No girl came in here.”
“So the girl, if there was one, kept in the background?”
“Yes; that’s it.”
Nick left the agent and walked up and down the small platform.
“The gems may be at Hartley’s by this time,” he thought. “The two Englishmen who smell of rum and talk like London may be on the ocean by this time, but I imagine I know where the girl is. This case is not so mixed, after all.”
After a long talk with Chick, the detective took a train for New York, hopeful and enthusiastic over the clues he had already uncoiled.
Chick returned to the Maynard home.
It was dull there, and for a long time there were no movements among the inmates that seemed worthy of attention.