At seven o'clock that evening, while Nick and Chick were seated at
dinner, and still engaged in discussing the conflicting circumstances, a
message was received from police headquarters, informing Nick that the
girl had been identified, and that Harry Boyden had been found and
arrested.
"Very good," observed Nick. "We shall now get something to work upon. I
will go and question Boyden as soon as I finish my dinner."
"By all means," nodded Chick.
"Do you know," said Nick, "I am seriously impressed that there is some
strange connection between this girl's death and that robbery at
Venner's store. I believe that we have struck the very clew, or are
about to strike it, that we so long have been vainly seeking."
"To the Kilgore gang?"
"Exactly."
"Egad, I hope so," laughed Chick, with a grimace. "I am beastly tired of
nosing about on a scentless trail."
Nick joined in the laugh of his invariably cheerful associate.
"Odds blood, Nick, as they say in the play," added Chick. "I'd welcome
any sort of stir and danger, in preference to this chasing a
will-o'-the-wisp."
"There'll be enough doing, Chick, take my word for it, as soon as we
once more get on the track of Kilgore and his push.
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