“Automobiles and horses?”
“Exactly.”
“We’ll ferret out the whole business, Mr. Carter, trust us for that,” cried Patsy, impatient to be at work.
“Meantime,” said Nick, rising, “I’ll employ myself as stated. It is now half-past ten. You may require three or four hours to learn what I would like to know, so we will plan to meet here again about an hour or two before dinner, say at four o’clock.”
“That will give us ample time,” declared Chick. “We’ll be here at four sharp.”
“You’ll find me here,” said Nick, with no thought that anything would occur to prevent him.
The three left the house together, parting at the Washington Street door, both Chick and Patsy heading for the subway to take a Brookline trolley car. Neither so much as dreamed, however, that many an anxious hour would pass before they again saw Nick’s familiar face or heard his genial voice.
CHAPTER X.
THE ANCHOR TO WINDWARD.
As he had stated to his assistants before leaving the Adams House that morning, Nick Carter hastened down to State Street to see what he could learn about Amos Badger.