Chick Carter was not idle while Nick Carter and Patsy Garvan were engaged as described. Chick had, of course, a very good description of the man whose identity he had undertaken to discover, and it soon proved sufficient for his need. For the man had been a frequent visitor to the apartments of Kate Crandall, and he was quite well known by Tom Carson, the clerk, with whom Chick had a confidential interview soon after entering the house.
“Know him—sure!” Carson declared, after Chick had introduced himself and stated his mission. “That description fits just one man to a nicety. His name is Jim Dacey.”
“Capital!” said Chick earnestly. “Jim Dacey, eh? What do you know about him, Mr. Carson?”
“Well, nothing very bad, Mr. Carter, nor so good that he’ll be sought for a Sunday-school superinten
