“Chick Carter. Come, come, I’m in a rush!”
Hyde’s catlike eyes at once began to dilate upon hearing the name, taking on their greenish glow of internal excitement.
He now realized that he had given Vic Clayton a wrong tip, that one of Nick’s assistants was in Boston and on the case with him, and the servile little rascal at once began to figure how he could square himself and discover Chick’s mission.
He did not dare hazard playing the eavesdropper again, and also feared that he might not overhear all that was said by so doing, and he at once adopted the first resort that appealed to him.
He hastened through the enclosure, and into Weston’s private office, saying quickly:
“There’s a man out here to see you, chief.”
“What man?”
“I didn’t catch his name, sir. But he’s in an awful rush, and I reckon something has happened.”
Just as Hyde had expected, Chief Weston started up from his chair and strode into the general office.