“Dinsmore,” said Nick, “is the chief at Manchester now. He used to be on the New York force, and I know him well. Now, if there has been a serious crime at Manchester, two thousand miles away, isn’t it strange that I should hear of it in New York before it is known there?”
“It beats me,” said Patsy.
“And it looks as if Snell was the chief crook in the matter,” added Nick. “But, if he is, I can’t see what he’s driving at. After getting this telegram I thought he was crazy, that he imagined a crime had been committed, and I didn’t mean to have anything more to do with the matter.
“Now I am interested. What you have told me shows that there’s something up, something very mysterious.
“I think we’d better keep our eyes on it, Patsy.”
“Well?”
“Go back to the hotel and get on Snell’s track. Follow him across the continent if necessary, and keep me posted.”
“All right, boss.”
“Better take a cab. Leave your grip in it until you know what station Snell is going to. Then stick to him like a burr. There may be more attempts against his life.”