CHAPTER X.
A FATAL ERRAND.“Now tell me about it,” said Nick, as soon as they had gained the seclusion of a private room.
Maynard told the story of the night, not sparing himself in the least.
The detective looked very grave.
“Is it serious?” asked the young man.
“I am afraid so,” was the reply, “but hope for the best. We can do nothing here, so we may as well go to the Wisconsin at once.”
While Maynard was cheered by the presence of the great detective, he realized that Nick’s willingness to respond to his call meant that the detective feared more than the loss of the diamonds. He would hardly have left his bed at that hour simply for the purpose of recovering diamonds which had been carelessly lost track of.
Arrived at the hotel, the detective made himself known to the clerk, that
