"That's true," cried Chick. "I saw one at the theater that evening, the venom of which would kill a man in ten seconds. A wee bit of a cuss at that."
"Probably this was one of the same breed," said Nick, grimly. "At all events, I am sure that murder was the crime, and a snake the means."
"And Sanetta Cervera the criminal."
"Beyond the shadow of a doubt," declared Nick.
"And what do you expect to learn from the Hindoo?"
"I wish to know, in corroboration of my suspicions, whether Pandu Singe has missed any of his infernal reptiles."
"Ah, I see."
"If he has, my theory is surely correct, and we next must fix the guilt upon the guilty," said Nick, firmly. "I shall arrest Cervera this very night, providing the Hindoo informs me that— Ah, here we are at his door. Come into the house with me, Chick, and we'll see what he has to say."
They had stopped before an ordinary brick house on the East Side, and Nick quickly mounted the steps and rang the bell. The summons brought a corpulent English woman to the door, from whom Nick learned that the Hindoo and his interpreter were still there.
"Doesn't Pandu Singe speak English?" inquired Nick.