CHAPTER 13THREE MILLIONS AT STAKE
“And I tell you they were both detectives.”
“You are crazy on the subject of detectives.”
Gilmore sprang to his feet with an oath and pointed around the room.
“You’ll soon be telling me that no damage has been done here,” he said, “and that the hot fight those fellows put up was all by way of amusement.”
“And you’ll be telling me,” said Geary, “that the advance agent brought in was Nick Carter, and that the mechanic was Chick.”
“That’s about the size of it.”
Geary laughed long and heartily.
The men were still in the chophouse.
The large dining room still showed that a desperate fight had taken place there, for the floor was covered with broken dishes.
The waiters and cooks had taken their departure for the night, and Parks and Nixon had gone out.
