“Naturally, then, while they might enter into negotiations, perhaps, they would not be likely to let go of the plans until they have craftily learned from whom they can get the biggest price for them. In other words, they would hold off to find the highest bidder.” “That seems reasonable, too, assuming them to be the type of thugs this newspaper article indicates.” “How would it do, chief, to try to open negotiations with them through the press, pretending to be persons interested in getting the plans?” asked Patsy, eager to be at work on the case. “That already may have been done, or Carney may have been approached during his imprisonment, with a view to getting in touch with his confederates,” Nick replied. “I must find out about that.” “At once?” “I have time for a call at the city prison before dinner,” Nick nodded. “In the meantime, have a look through the newspapers for any personal, or other advertisement that might possibly refer to this matter. I will return before six o’clock.” CHAPTER V. PAVING THE WAY. It was only five o’clock when Nick left the hotel, no longer in disguise, and he hastened through E Street to his destination. He found a police sergeant in the outer office, a stranger to him, as was he to the sergeant, but who politely informed him that Captain Hardy, with whom the detective was well acquainted, was in his private office. Nick walked in without the ceremony of knocking. A portly, full-featured man with close-cut gray hair turned from his desk to see who had entered. “Hello, Hardy,” said Nick, approaching him. “I cannot see that you have lost an ounce since we last met.” “Well, by thunder!” Captain Hardy sprang up and extended his hand. “Buy herrings, Hardy, instead,” laughed Nick, while they shook hands. “You’ll get more for your money.” “Well, well, I’m delighted to see you,” replied Hardy, placing a chair near his own. “You look like a four-time winner, Nick. Sit down. What brought you to Washington?” “The morning limited,” smiled Nick. “I have been here only a few hours.” “I am pleased with so early a call,” said Hardy, producing a box of cigars from his desk drawer. “But I know you too well, Carter, to flatter myself that it’s a purely social one. What can I do for you?” “You become keen with age, Hardy, like a good blade,” said Nick, more seriously. “This is between us, mind you.” “That goes without saying.” “There was an assault committed here last Friday evening on Captain Casper Dillon, a retired army officer. What do you know about it?” “Have you seen to-day’s papers?” “That is where I got my information. I wish to know what you can add to it.” “Nothing,” said Captain Hardy. “They tell the whole story, so far as I know, or any one else appears to know.” “The man arrested, Tom Carney, is still in custody?” “Yes. His case was continued until to-morrow. It will probably come up in the afternoon session.” “Has he received any mail?” “No, not a piece.” “Any visitor?”