Nick pointed to two men who were just passing.
“That is the man of whom you were talking a few minutes ago.”
“Jack Weeden?”
“Yes, that is he. Do you know the other man?” asked Nick.
“I do! It is Billy Young, one of the most noted burglars in New York.”
The men were powerfully built fellows.
The appearance of the men was peculiar. Weeden looked like an honest, hard-working man, while Young looked like a typical thug; his battle-scarred face bore the marks of dissipation as well as the marks of numerous encounters.
It was a most remarkable thing that they should be in the locality where the police had their headquarters; it was evident that they were there for a purpose. What was it?
“What do you think of your honest workman now?” asked Nick, with his quiet smile, as the inspector watched the men.