"We'll
let this gang continue to think they are fooling us, and go up against
them till we get the whole truth."
"That's good enough for me, Nick," nodded Chick. "I'm with you."
"It may prove to be a desperate game, but we'll take our chances. Before
night I'll have laid such plans as will best serve us, and possibly
circumvent these scoundrels. Here we are at the house of Pandu Singe."
Nick dismissed their carriage, and entered the dwelling, where they
decided to remain until evening. Meantime Nick perfected his plans and
discussed them with Chick.
Then a wire was sent to Patsy, the detective's younger assistant, with
careful instructions.
Seven o'clock came, then half-past seven, but no sign of Venner's
carriage.
Nick readily suspected the true reason for the delay.
"They are waiting until dark," he observed to Chick. "They don't want
our arrival at Venner's house to be observed. A crafty dog, this
Kilgore!"
"That he is."
"Never mind. Darkness will serve us best, as well as them."
"Hark! There's a carriage."
Nick glanced from the front window.
"A landau!" he muttered, with grim satisfaction. "Yes, and with Spotty
Dalton on the seat. I know him, despite his disguise.
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