“I’m with you!” he cried, with alacrity. “Going to try to trace him?”
“Yes.”
“Where first, Chick? To State Street?”
“It’s too late to go there,” replied Chick, as they left the room and hastened toward the elevator.
“Yet we might strike his trail there.”
“I can do so more quickly, I think.”
“Where?”
“At police headquarters—Chief Weston’s office, in Pemberton Square.”