Badger, however, quickly shook his head.
“Not yet,” said he grimly. “Not before to-morrow.”
“But why the delay?” protested Conley. “I cannot see anything in that.”
“Then I’ll tell you why.”
“Well, out with it.”
Nick pricked up his ears, yet he could catch only a word now and then louder than others.
“To begin with,” argued Badger, “I’m not going to run my neck into a noose before I know just how we stand. We have no blood on our hands as yet, and before I take chances of that kind, Conley, I’m going to be dead sure that Carter has not reported his suspicions to Weston. What good will it do to put him out of the way, only to find that we have half a score of Boston detectives on our heels, to whom Carter’s discoveries have been imparted.”
“But Sandy declares that Weston knows nothing about that,” whispered Vic.
“I hope he doesn’t, but I’m going to be sure of it before I wipe out Nick Carter,” said Badger.