The great detective’s next move was to go straight home and summon his right-hand man, Chick, for a conference.
Without a waste of words or time he put his assistant in possession of all the facts of the case up to that minute.
When he finally ended the details with an account of his visit to the elevator boy he threw himself back in his chair and gave Chick a look which meant:
“That is all. What do you think of it?”
The latter returned his chief’s stare for a full minute; then he uttered the single word:
“Well?”
Nick echoed the monosyllable:
“Well?”
“I guess you have a pretty deep case on your hands,” smiled Chick. “But I’ll wager my watch against your toothpick on one point.”
“Which is?”
“That though you’ve locked Redway up in the Tombs you don’t believe he killed the girl.”
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