“By whom?”
“By that taxi with the four men in it. It is now waiting for us to go on.”
“How do you know?”
Nick quietly told Inspector Ward about the chauffeur, Meloy.
“He is one of the most desperate characters I have ever met,” said Nick, “and, as for him being a licensed chauffeur, that is all rot. That taxi probably contains Weeden and some of his pals. Let us go back and arrest Weeden and Young, if they are in the party.”
As they were about to start up the road the chauffeur of the motor car made a motion with his arm.
It was evidently a signal to the chauffeur of the taxi, as he suddenly threw in the clutch, and, turning around, dashed off in the opposite direction.
“Too late,” cried Nick. “They saw us and have skipped.”
Fifteen minutes later the motor car drew up at Weeden’s shop and the detectives got out. They found no one in the shop, which contained four rooms.
“There is nothing here,” said Nick; “let’s get back into the machine.”