“Mine goes the same way,” vouchsafed Patsy, with a grin.
“I’ll assuredly not let her know that I’m on the case with Nick,” added Chick. “If these rascals think he is working it alone, we may derive some advantage by keeping them in the dark.”
“Surely.”
“Nick also may not wish us to expose that we, too, are investigating the case——Stop a bit! Wait here!”
Chick had suddenly caught Patsy by the arm and drawn him to the shelter of a doorway, less than twenty yards from that leading into the building occupied by Vic Clayton.
The occasion for this move was obvious.
Just turning the corner of Boylston Street, and approaching the building mentioned, was a huge touring-car of the latest type, occupied by two women only.
“By thunder!” muttered Patsy excitedly. “That’s Badger’s wife running that car.”
“I see it is,” said Chick more coolly.