“Why do you feel so sure of it?”
“Because he was sent to my rooms by the clerk in the hotel where Carter was stopping, and to whom he had mentioned coming to my place. He merely wanted to see him on business, Amos, and couldn’t locate him.”
The last was said with much significance and a loud, derisive laugh, in which Amos Badger now joined.
“Not locate him, eh?” he cried, with a shrug. “Well, if anybody locates him after to-morrow, Vic, I’ll take a permanent seat in the back row.”
As may be inferred, this conversation took place some little time before the interview with Nick himself, as related in a previous chapter.
“You’ll take a seat in that stone hotel in Charles Street, you mean, along with all the rest of us,” Vic bluntly rejoined.
“You’ll soon be there!” thought Patsy, who was listening intently to all that was being said.
Not so much as a glance had been bestowed upon the hamper, which externally presented no unusual appearance, and Patsy felt tolerably safe in his concealment.
The end was not yet, however.