“Not a bit! Chick Carter is older, a sturdy, well-built young man, with smooth, clean-cut features and——”
“Stop!” screamed Vic Clayton, suddenly leaping out of her chair.
“Well?”
“How was he dressed when you saw him at five o’clock?”
“Why, he said he was going to your office,” cried Hyde, now getting back to the business that had brought him out there. “He had on a plaid suit, a polka-dotted cravat——”
“Henderson!” screamed Vic, all of a quiver with excitement. “That man Henderson, Amos, was Chick Carter!”
“Not a doubt of it!” gasped Claudia Badger, as white as the knot of lace at her throat.
“And that’s why he inquired after Nick Carter,” declared Badger, now beginning to see that a network might already be closing around him.
“That’s what, Amos.”
“Do you know where Chick Carter went after leaving your rooms, Vic?”