“Well, well, that ought to be good enough for anybody,” cried Weston, with much satisfaction. “I felt sure that you had run upon something worth knowing.”
Nick nodded significantly, yet replied quite indifferently:
“I think that I have, Weston, and, when I am dead sure of it, I will tell you of what it consists.”
“All right, Nick,” was the reply, with a genial laugh. “I said in the beginning that you should not be interfered with in this case, and that goes at any stage of it. Run it in your own way, Nick, and you’ll suit me.”
“I’m only a bit curious to go out to the scene of this robbery,” Nick now added, with a glance at the photograph which he was replacing in his pocket. “If I can catch Madame Victoria at her rooms after I have lunched, I think I can get her to ride out there with me.”
“No doubt of it, Nick. She’ll be glad enough to do anything that gives promise of the recovery of her property.”
Nick smiled a bit oddly, and prepared to depart.
“I shall drop in to see her about two o’clock,” said Nick. “I reckon I can bring her to my way of thinking.”
“When shall I see you again?” asked Weston, rising.
“Within a day or two.”