“It was not a bad idea, Jack, but I trust you won’t carry the matter so far as to bury me. What do you mean by saying the fat is in the fire?”
“Well, boss, we just stand in the same place we did the day after the old gent was carried off,” answered Tambourine.
“Oh, no,” remarked Nick, “we know where to look for him, and I will have the banker before night. I intend to raid the house, if the local authorities will give me help, this afternoon.”
“You won’t find Hilton Field there,” returned the little fellow.
“They have removed him?”
“Well, rather,” replied Jack.
“We can go to the place, no matter if it was on the other side of the Atlantic,” said the detective.
“Of course we can,” remarked Tambourine. “I’ve thought that myself, but first we shall have to find out the place.”
“What, you were there and did not learn where they intended taking the banker?” said Carter.
“No. I tried to find out, but could not,” answered the little fellow. “I asked Skip, and he said when they wanted me I would be sent for. I am to take Dell Ladley to New York this afternoon.”