“She came to measure you, Nick, to size you up, as you call it.”
“Perhaps that was her game. She has never seen me, I suppose. But, Edith, I think she was laying the trap of which I spoke this morning.”
“How?”
“She wanted me to accompany her as Mrs. Ansel to meet the Brown Robin and compel the giving up of the letters.”
“Ah! and you do not walk into the trap.”
“But I will. Something of value may come out of it. I will escape it, never fear. Chick and Patsy will not be far off, I can tell you.”
Edith made no reply. Quite evidently she did not like it, but she knew it was useless to combat Nick when he had made up his mind.
So she held her peace and went out for her walk with him.
During their walk they stopped at the door of the Festus Club, where Nick told Mr. Cary that he had his case so well in hand that the old gentleman could go home and sleep in comfort.