“You’ve not struck a clue from that photograph, Nick, have you?”
Nick was never much inclined to reveal his discoveries before they culminated in some decisive move, and he again evaded the question by saying:
“Well, I’m not quite sure about that, Weston.”
“What do you suspect?”
“Nothing at all definite as yet,” laughed Nick indifferently. “I wish to retain the photograph a while longer, however, if you have no objection.”
“None whatever, Nick, yet you pique my curiosity.”
“I will explain later.”
“Very well.”
“I presume that Madame Victoria could easily show me the exact spot where this hold-up occurred,” remarked Nick, who had remained standing beside the chiefs desk.
“I imagine so, Nick.”