Do you want it, sir?"
"If you can recall it, yes," smiled Nick, producing his notebook. "I am
making a study of the Hindoo language just at this time, and I would
like to consult Pandu Singe about certain books on the subject."
Miss Page did not suspect any duplicity in this, and she cheerfully gave
Nick the address of the snake charmer, whereupon the detective
graciously thanked her, and then escorted her to her waiting carriage.
As it rolled rapidly away a second hack came bowling up to the curbstone
in front of Nick's residence. It was the carriage for which Chick had
sent a call.
"Don't cover your horses, cabbie!" cried Nick, sharply. "Wait about
three minutes, and we'll be with you."
"Right, sir!"
And Nick dashed back up the steps and into the house, meeting Chick in
the hall.
"What do you make of it, Nick?"
"Make of it?" cried Nick, with a laugh. "It's a cinch, Chick, dead open
and shut. Grab your hat and come with me. I'll explain in the carriage."
"Good enough! I'm with you, old man!"
"And we have no time to lose," cried Nick, "Now, then, we're off."
CHAPTER XI.
THE CRIME AND THE MEANS.
"Yes, Chick, it's as simple as two plus two, and we'll presently try to
bag a part of our quarry.
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