“With the fortune-teller?”
“No doubt of it. She answers Nick’s description of her.”
“Gee whiz!”
“Well?”
“That’s not the car that Badger and his wife used this afternoon,” cried Patsy.
“So I see,” said Chick, still watching the couple. “There is something back of all this.”
“You bet there is!”
“Hold your horses, however, till I see what the two women are about to do.”
With skillful hands Claudia Badger had turned the huge car in Tremont Street, then brought it to a stop at the curb opposite the doorway giving ingress to Vic Clayton’s rooms.
Then both women deliberately alighted and entered the building, leaving the automobile unattended.