“No, nothing,” said Chick, removing his overcoat and hat and drawing up a chair. “I have tried in vain to trace the murder car, the limousine in which Waldmere was brutally done to a frazzle. There seems to be nothing in it, as far as I see, except murder most foul and----” “Oh, but there is,” Nick interrupted, turning in his swivel chair. “Something else to it?” “Exactly.” “What do you mean?” Chick questioned, gazing. “Have you discovered new evidence?” “I have had a visitor and--and seen a devil,” Nick dryly asserted. “Seen a devil!” “A knave who has all the makings of one. None other than Stuart Floyd.” “Great Scott!” Chick exclaimed. “You don’t mean, Nick, that he was your visitor?” “Not exactly,” said Nick. “He only looked in, Chick, probably with some evil design, though I cannot say for what.” “And your visitor?” “He was Sir Edward Chadwick, of London, England, who said he arrived in Boston this morning. I am glad he called. He forms, unless I am much mistaken, the strongest link in the chain I am welding together.” “Well, well, you surprise me,” said Chick. “Who the deuce is Sir Edward Chadwick, and what did he want?” “I think he wanted to learn what I suspect and am doing in this case,” Nick replied. “He met with no success, however, but departed quite convinced that I am all in the dark. I made sure of that, for I had talked with him only a few minutes when I began to distrust him.” Nick then stated in detail what had passed between him and the Englishman, and then proceeded to inform Chick what he since had been doing. “I have been looking him up,” said he, with a glance at the English blue book mentioned. “Sir Edward Chadwick is the only brother of the Earl of Eggleston, Lord Waldmere having taken the name of his mother after his marriage and estrangement from his father, she having been his second wife and now dead for many years.” “I remember his saying so.” “Chadwick is married and has one son, now about thirty years old. I have cabled to Captain Grady for particulars as to the character and standing of both. I ought to receive an answer by to-morrow morning.” “Most likely. They are very prompt.” “Chadwick stated that he arrived in Boston this morning,” Nick went on. “I have telephoned to Boston, also, and learned that no liner arrived there this morning, none since last Saturday, four days ago.” “By Jove, that smacks of a lie and certainly warrants suspicion.” “I think Chadwick has been here longer, and has been framing up this job. Thinking himself entirely free from suspicion, and that the steps he has taken and his pretended anxiety to find Waldmere will shield him from distrust, he feels confident that no one will think of looking up his movements with a view to confirming any of his statements.” “I see,” Chick nodded. “But what do you suspect?”