Chick easily detected the relief which his artful explanation had occasioned both women, and it convinced him that he was on the right track, yet he in no way betrayed his convictions.
Neither woman had approached the window to look out, and Vic Clayton had now buttoned her cloak and appeared anxious to depart.
Chick knew that Patsy must have accomplished his design by this time, however, and he did not care how soon the interview terminated.
“Well, Mr. Henderson, I cannot say where Mr. Carter has gone,” Vic carelessly rejoined. “We dropped him at the corner of Arlington Street, however, only a short time ago.”
“From your automobile?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Possibly, then, I shall now find him at the hotel.”
“I think it quite probable, sir, for he walked toward Washington Street after he left us,” smiled Vic, edging toward the door which Claudia Badger already had opened.
“I will return there and see,” said Chick, bowing himself from the room. “Thank you very much for your information.”
“Don’t mention it, sir,” replied Vic, with a little laugh, as she and her companion also stepped into the corridor, closing the door behind them.