Nick looked up and smiled when he entered.
“Well, Chick,” said he, “what’s now in the wind?”
Chick laughed and dropped into a chair.
“Nothing special, Nick,” said he. “All is working well.”
“She has no suspicions of you?”
“Not the slightest, Nick.”
“What do you make of her?”
“Well,” replied Chick, with a grin, “she’s a royal spender, I’ll give her credit for that. She makes bank-notes fly like dead leaves in a September gale.”
“Never mind,” laughed Nick. “Let ’em go. We’ll get them back from Gilsey. Besides, Chick, the situation will not last much longer. We are closing in on them.”
“You have learned something?”