“Very well.”
“I will retain this photograph, however, which I may use to advantage a little later.”
“You’ve not hit upon a clue from that, have you?”
“Well, I’m not prepared to say,” demurred Nick, a bit evasively.
“Come inside,” Chief Weston abruptly said, quick to notice Nick’s hesitation. “We shall not be interrupted in my office. Bear that in mind, Sandy.”
“All right, chief.”
“This way, Nick.”
Nick entered the enclosure, and passed through the passage leading to the chief’s, private office.
He did not so much as glance at the clerk, however, whose head had again dropped over his books.
Snap!