Ida devoted herself toward soothing and encouraging Mrs. Ladew, and had the satisfaction of presently seeing the woman in a better frame of mind, and with courage to go through the ordeal before her. While this was going on, Nick and Patsy set out on the rather hopeless task of trying to find Chick in a large and strange city. It was nearly night when they set out, and they wandered about an hour without discovering trace of Chick. Finally they reached the Broad Street station in their wanderings, and as they stood in front of it they saw Lannigan approach and enter. “Chick’s somewhere around,” remarked Patsy. “Unless he’s lost Lannigan,” said Nick. “Chick never loses anybody,” said Patsy. And to confirm his statement, Chick walked up to them. “You can drop Lannigan,” said Nick, “for we have got on to his movements and know he will be where we want him to-night.” “Don’t you think,” said Patsy, “it would be just as well to find out what Lannigan is doing here in the station?” “Perhaps so,” said Nick. “It will do no harm.” “Lannigan has been as busy as possible,” said Chick. “He’s led me a chase up and down into all sorts of queer places. He’s got a funeral on hand.” Patsy laughed aloud. “He’ll be lucky,” he said, “if it’s not his own funeral. That’s what I think he’s going to.” “What do you mean by saying he’s got a funeral?” asked Nick. “Because he’s been running among the undertakers and to the Health Board. I know he has got a permit to transport a body across town.” “A permit?” asked Nick. “Now what does that mean? And what has that to do with this thing?” “Cæsar’s ghost!” cried Patsy, “that Englishman hasn’t spoiled our fun by croaking, has he?” “Follow him, Patsy,” said Nick, “and see what he’s doing here. Then come to the hotel.” Patsy was off like a flash, and Nick, taking Chick by the arm, took him to the hotel, on the way telling him of all the developments with which Chick was unfamiliar. Arriving at the hotel, Nick found a note from Ida saying that Lannigan had called Mrs. Ladew to meet him in a carriage at a certain corner of the street she named, at half-past ten that night, and that Ida was going with her as her maid. “That is all settled and according to programme,” said Nick. Patsy now rushed in to tell them that Lannigan had been making arrangements to receive a corpse coming from New York on the train arriving at nine-thirty. The three detectives dined and discussed this last movement of Lannigan, but they could conceive no reasonable explanation, finally reaching the conclusion that it had nothing to do with their affair. As the hour approached, Nick sent Patsy to the corner where Lannigan was to meet Mrs. Ladew with a coach, while he and Chick went out to the house that he had visited with Patsy in the earlier part of the day. “It is somewhat of a chance,” said Nick, “that we are taking, but I have no doubt that that is the destination of Lannigan with Mrs. Ladew.”