Chief Weston briefly told him of what Nick’s mission at Vic Clayton’s rooms consisted, as stated by Nick, and then he inquired curiously:
“Why are you asking about him, Chick? Is there anything wrong?”
Having learned all that he could then and there, however, Chick decided to impart nothing at this time.
“No, nothing wrong, chief, I think,” he quickly rejoined, turning to go. “I am merely in a hurry to locate him, that’s all. He may have returned to the hotel by this time.”
“I think likely you’ll find him there,” nodded Weston, a bit suspicious of Chick’s evasion.
Chick did not wait longer, but bolted out as he had bolted in.
Weston walked toward his private office.
Hyde’s greenish eyes, now glowing more brightly than ever, drifted toward the telephone-closet.
Before he could make a move to convey the desired warning to Badger, however, Chief Weston turned back and said curtly:
“You come in here with me, Sandy. I want you to help me on my quarterly report for an hour or so. Look lively, too, or you’ll be tied up here till after six o’clock.”