“Of course not. How should I?”
“He might have said.”
“He said he was going to Carter’s hotel.”
“Bosh!”
“I’ll tell you what I do know, however,” cried Vic, hit with an afterthought.
“What’s that?”
“I know that this young devil must have got into that hamper while Chick Carter was in my rooms, Amos, and it’s a hundred to one that the two were at work on this case together.”
“Gee! she’s hit me good and hard this time,” thought Patsy, wishing he might have throttled her to silence. “Now there will be something doing, I’ll go the limit on that.”
He read aright the faces of those around him.
The significance of Vic Clayton’s declaration was utterly irresistible.