“You don’t really hope to conceal the fact that you’re in Denver, do you, Nick?” asked Patsy.
The great detective smiled.
“When fifty men heard that I was sent for?” he returned, quietly; “not quite.”
“Then, why do you make such a fuss about it? Why not go along to the hotel openly?”
“Patsy,” said Nick, as he pretended to consult a pocket time-table, “if the guilty man was one of that fifty, don’t you think it likely that he would shadow Folsom and Kerr, and follow them to the station to see if I came?”
“Yes! I hadn’t thought of that.”
“And if he did so, of course, he’s seen me.”
“Sure.”
“And he wouldn’t follow the others out, but would wait to see what became of me.”