"Yes, I am willing; but I don't want to get into court if I can help it."
"I told him," explained Deever, "that we would try to keep him out of court. He thinks it might lose him a job he wants to get. There's evidence enough without his, the Lord knows."
"I will hear you now," said Nick.
"The way of it was this," said Flint. "Monday night, about midnight, I was down in the vacant lot of St. Agnes' Hospital. I was just looking for a fellow I heard had gone down that way."
"That was Klein," said Deever.
"I walked up the street, and had just turned the corner of the wall when I saw a man coming up under the trees. He was carrying a big bag.
"I kept out of sight, and watched him. I thought at first that there was some crooked work, but the man with the bag didn't seem to be afraid.
"He came up to the wall in a place where there was some rubbish piled against it, and lifted the bag on to the top of the wall. Then he climbed up himself and let the bag down into the garden. That's all I know about it."
"Did you notice how the man was dressed?"
"He had on a loose, long coat--a queer sort of thing--and a little round cap on his head."
"That will do," said Nick. "I am much obliged. It will not be necessary, I think, for you to testify to these facts in court."
"There's enough without it," said Deever. "You'll take Jarvis to headquarters now, won't you ?"
"Well, no," said Nick. "I hadn't thought of it."
"I'll be doubly and eternally--"
Deever's wrath and surprise choked him.
"Never mind," he said, at last, mastering his rage. "Come along, John.
And you get out!"
"With all the pleasure in life," said Nick, quietly walking toward the door.
Chick had slipped away at Deever's approach. Nick met him outside.
"What did Deever's witness say?" asked Chick.
"He told exactly the same story as Prescott."
"I'm surprised to hear it."
"Why?"
"Prescott, in my opinion, told the truth."
"So I believe."
"And Deever's man--I got a glimpse of him--struck me as a liar in the first degree. I took him for a man Deever had hired, in order to hurry up his vengeance on Dr. Jarvis."
"But as they told the same story, and Prescott can have no connection with Deever or the other man, it must be true."
"Right; but the meaning of it--"
Chick paused. Suddenly a flash came from his eyes.
"I have it!" he cried.
"That's good," said Nick. "Now, if you'll follow Deever, I'll go back to Dr. Jarvis."
Accordingly Nick hurried home. He found Jarvis in a state of great mental anguish.
"It is an extraordinary fate," he cried, as soon as Nick appeared, "which has twice brought these Deevers into my life to make me miserable."
"You have had to do with them before?" asked Nick.
"Yes, and in a way that is beyond belief."
"Explain yourself."
"This man, Lawrence Deever," said the doctor, with a groan, "had the incredible presumption to make love to my daughter."
Nick could not help smiling.
"What did you do about it?" he asked.
"I sent him about his business in a hurry."
"Was that all?"
"No; and I'm ashamed to say it. There is no possible way of accounting for the conduct of women. My daughter actually took this fellow's part."
"But nothing came of it?"
"No, sir. I am master of my own household."
"So your daughter really loved this man?"
"No; it was only her obstinacy. They became acquainted in some way. I don't know how. The fellow called at my house. I made my daughter promise never to speak to him, but it was a most unpleasant affair throughout. I thought Deever would murder me.
"It seems strange, perhaps, that I should speak of it in the midst of the terrors that surround me, and yet I can't help thinking of the whole affair as one freak of fate."
"And now tell me the truth about his brother and yourself," said Nick earnestly.
"I will," replied the doctor.
At this moment a messenger was announced. Nick knew that the matter must be of the greatest importance, or he would not have been interrupted in his conference with his prisoner.
It proved to be a message from Superintendent Byrnes asking Nick to come to his house as soon as he could.